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The Veins In the Leaf In a Dry Land

The veins in the leaf are molecules that transport water along with sugar - you say where, to the brain, to what, the nuclease of what the plant is, what? The soil is only so deep, large trees dig deep, small flowers don't have the capacity. There is a dichotomy, there is a richness, a beauty, a world in the mechanism of the plant life that surrounds everyone. Everyday you see the birds, the ground squirrels, the ants and spiders, the milkweed butterfly, the cloud in the sky, the rows of corn, the sheep and the goat, the cow, and the chick, fish, and the wheat, but there is more. The flowers, the clay, the bare Earth from water that filters down through. People do not talk, at least not enough as history shows quite clearly That is what I think. I am not blaming the next, I never had before believed that the solution would be left up to the few but if you would, please take the pulse of the leaf each year, just place a leaf down and push a crayon over it in order to show it's imprint. Just do it as a simple experiment on your own. Please.

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