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Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
What type of paper can you neither read nor write on?
My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.