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I look at you, you look at me. I raise my right, you raise your left. What am I?
I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. What am I?
I help engines spin and pants stay up. What am I?
I am edible pink and a great summer food
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers and crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?