I have a pocket full of intentions
that spills into my backpack,
room, and life.
I better just pick one and see where it takes me
because I have to go somewhere.
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The year of the poem is finished, now it is the year for the protocol! Read about the misadventures of a plant scientist trying to make sense of photorespiration one mutant at a time.
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