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You are my brother, but I am not your brother. Who am I?
I fly yet I have no wings. I cry yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
Though it be cold I wear no clothes the frost and snow I never fear; I value neither shoes nor hose And yet I wander far and near: My diet is forever good I drink no cider port nor sack what Providence doth send for food I neither buy nor sell nor lack.
I go in hard come out soft. Blow me hard and I’ll make a pop.
What gets wetter as it dries?
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?