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You bury me when Iām alive and dig me up when Iām dead. What am I?
I am bought by the yard but worn by the foot
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin, light enough to fly in the sky, strong enough to crack rocks. What am I?
I transfer oxygen from the atmosphere to your blood
I love to twist and dance. Though wingless, I fly high up into the sky. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?