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If you drop me, I'm sure to crack. Give me a smile and I'll always smile back. What am I?
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
I am a word. I become longer when the third letter is removed.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
Born in the ocean and white as snow. When I fall back to water, I disappear without a trace. What am I?
What gets broken without being hold?