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I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. What am I?
What can you lose that will cause other people to lose theirs too?
I never was but always will be. No one ever saw me but everyone knows I exist. I give people the motivation to better themselves everyday
I am black and white and full of fuzz
I am what brings things together. Without me everything you see would be a total mass or debris everywhere. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?