When I look into the night
I see the moon
and I like to think
that you are too.
The same moon
you and I.
I know
that while you look
into the same night sky
you see a different moon
and we will never be together again.
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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