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I'm a word that's hardly there. Take away my start and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?
When you stop and look, you can always see me. If you try to touch, you cannot feel me. I cannot move, but as you near me, I will move away from you. What am I?
I open to close but I close to open. I'm surrounded by water but I'm never soaking. What am I?
My days are numbered.
I have a small hill with seven holes.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.