Friend-
when the night
spreads across
the sky like a great sheet
and the stars become pinpricks
into heaven
think back
on all the happy nights
spent under that same sky.
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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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