a flame in a field of white
to be trampled
underfoot
a wolverine is coming
and he's hungry.
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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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sense of impending doom. Are'nt wolverines hibernating.
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