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I am a pretty one, fluttering in the pale blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?
I move very slowly. I accompany life, and survive past demise. I am viewed with esteem in many womenβs eyes.
In my life I must bare, my bloodline I must share. What am I?
I can fall off a building and live but in water I will die.
I cannot be burned in fire or drowned in water. What am I?
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?