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Digital white-out.
I reach for the sky, but clutch to the ground. Sometimes I leave, but I am always around. What am I?
cats and deflation tires make this noise.
I canβt go left I canβt go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light. Grown in the darkness, a lady's delight. What am I?
What age most travelers have?