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I welcome the day with a show of light. I steathily came here in the night. I bathe the earthy stuff at dawn but by noon, I'm gone. What am I?
What kind of cheese is made backwards?
A spirited jig I dance bright, banishing all but darkest night. Air can't kill me but water can. Share me, I won't get less unless wind ruins me. What am I?
What type of dress can never be worn?
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.