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They are many and one, they wave and they drum, used to cover a stare, they go with you everywhere.
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin, light enough to fly in the sky, strong enough to crack rocks. What am I?
I am gold and can be black and white I'm a symbol for a nation when freedom took flight.
I go in hard, come out soft. Blow me hard and I'll make a pop. What am I?
My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.