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People need me, yet they give me away every day. What am I?
I am the place to turn to when nature calls. What am I?
I am a precious stone as clear as diamond. Seek me out while the sun's near the horizon. Though you can walk on water with my power try to keep me and I'll vanish in an hour.
You bury me when Iām alive and dig me up when Iām dead. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?