The wind
of a thousand years
blows through cobblestone
Young feet
chase young feet
over and over again.
When is this place
under the Twin Bridge?
it doesn't matter.
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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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