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I am believed to be only one dimensional, and tinier than anything can be, and there are many who say that I am the basis of all that we see. What am I?
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
As soft as silk, as white as milk, as bitter as gall, a thick green wall, and a green coat covers me all.
What is made of wood but can't be sawed?
What is long and slim, works in light. Has but one eye, and an awful bite?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?