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I am a mountain at night, meadow at day. What am I?
I travel in a gaggle.
I am lighter than air, but a hundred people cannot lift me. Careful, I am fragile. What am I?
I hop around and deliver eggs at Easter.
The thunder comes before the lightning, which comes before the cloud. The rain dries all the land it touches, wrapping the earth in a blood red shroud. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?