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The faster you run the harder it is to catch me
I am constantly overlooked by everyone but everyone has me. What am I?
You throw me away, I find my way back. Traditionally, I'm wooden with an arch in my back. What am I?
I welcome the day with a show of light. I steathily came here in the night. I bathe the earthy stuff at dawn but by noon, I'm gone. What am I?
If lightning strikes an orchestra, who is most likely to get hit?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?