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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?
Lighter than what I am made of. More of me is hidden than seen. What am I?
When you take away the whole from me there is always some left.
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
I am the type of room you cannot enter or leave. Raise from the ground below I could be poisonous or a delicious treat.
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?