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I picked up the next skull, the third of the seven Myocastor coypus waiting to be measured and tagged. The incisors–burnt orange streaking the ivory teeth–clicked softly within the hollow of the maxilla as I turned it over, searching for faint ink marks that would tether it to the legacy catalog. But I see no…
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Once there was a girl who found a seed. She new that within would be something beautiful. So she bought a pot and some soil and gave it a home. She tended to her seed, giving it water and warmth from the sun bleeding through the window. And with time, it grew, safe from the…
Scientist Seeking 