I'll be in China soon
my feet winding ancient paths
carved into mountain
brick
and earth.
And as I walk
I'll think of you
and other paths
we once raced.
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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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