Answer:
What goes through towns and over hills but never moves?
I am a path between high natural masses; remove the first letter to get a path between man-made masses.
What has a bottom at the top?
I can point in every direction but can't reach the destination by myself. What am I?
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.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?