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I am ten little beans your look at everyday.
I am natureβs way of applauding lightning.
I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
I am a type of animal that hang out in the mist
Iron roof, glass walls, I burn and burn but never fall. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?