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I am the type of room you cannot enter or leave. Raise from the ground below I could be poisonous or a delicious treat.
I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. What am I?
I have a lot to say but can't be heard because I can't speak one single word. What am I?
I am the only vegetable or fruit that is never sold frozen canned processed or in any other form but fresh.
I run up and down the stairs without moving
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?