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I'm a word that's hardly there. Take away my start and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?
I have four fingers and a thumb, but I'm not living. What am I?
Although I am still, in families I run. I continue to live on in a living one. As one continues to draw breath, I will not rust. However, when one stops drawing breath, I will become mere dust. What am I?
I am a type of animal that hang out in the mist
Only one color, but not one size. Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain; doing no harm, and feeling no pain. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?