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Every dawn begins with me. At dusk I'll be the first you see and daybreak couldn't come without. What midday centers all about. Daises grow from me I'm told. And when I come I end all code but in the sun I won't be found. Yet still each day I'll be around.
I am flora, not fauna. I am foliage, not trees. I am shrubbery, not grass. What am I?
I am natureβs way of applauding lightning.
Drop me and the world will shatter. You can always find me where you empty your bladder. What am I?
What can be cracked before it's used?
What language does a billboard speak?