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Jul 2016
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.
Written by
Robert E Moore
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   Darrel Weeks and Bianca Reyes
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