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I am taken from a mine and shut in a wooden case from which I am never released. Yet I am used by almost everybody. What am I?
I make things short but I am pretty long myself
I'm not a bird but I can fly through the sky. I'm not a river but I'm full of water.
I move very slowly at an imperceptible rate although I take my time I am never late. I accompany life and survive past demise I am viewed with esteem in many women's eyes. What am I?
I belong to you but others use me more often than you do. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?