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I am mother and father, but never give birth or nurse. I'm rarely still, but I never wander. What am I?
I'm a word that's hardly there. Take away my start and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?
Open me, and you can't see me without a mirror. Close me and you can't see me at all. What am I?
I begin and have no end and I end all that begins. What am I?
The more holes you cover the lower I go.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?