When my plants are young,
I put them in rockwool
and then they grow a week.
But then some shrivel up and die,
Before they get to speak!
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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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