When the river flows
she doesn't know where she's going.
The trees will always grow to the sun,
this is their nature.
this is our nature.
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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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