I am accustomed to the touch of others yet my own reach is abstract.
I only speak when spoken to yet I am responsible for much gossip.
I am hard-surfaced yet am not impervious to abuse.
I often rest in a cradle yet am over one hundred years old.
I regularly disturb peace yet have been known to incite that very thing.
I am an exceptional communicator yet have no ability to articulate.
I am low maintenance yet will stop responding if forgotten for too long.
I respect privacy yet do often oversee breaches of secrecy.
I was invented by a chap with a name like a chime.
I have an unremarkable façade yet number almost a ten.
I am the advanced cousin of Morse’s brainchild yet am almost considered obsolete.
I will not consider myself easy yet will accept your ring even before we know each other.
WHAT AM I?
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