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The low points on the Earth are rich in rain, and at the poles blue ice and snow, and as it spins, there is no loss or gain of matter. Wind and water blow above the peaks of mountains. Glaciers store fresh water, then control its flow   across bare rocks uplifted long before a pair of eyes would come to know how changes on the land and in the seas unfold until they’re fixed to grow a redwood or a biome filled with these, and shifts on Earth are not too slow to satisfy the thirst of living cells, or dig up what it is their story tells.
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 12:50 PM UTC
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The low points on the Earth are rich in rain, and at the poles blue ice and snow, and as it spins, there is no loss or gain of matter. Wind and water blow above the peaks of mountains. Glaciers store fresh water, then control its flow   across bare rocks uplifted long before a pair of eyes would come to know how changes on the land and in the seas unfold until they’re fixed to grow a redwood or a biome filled with these, and shifts on Earth are not too slow to satisfy the thirst of living cells, or dig up what it is their story tells.
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 12:50 PM UTC
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