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Slime Mold

 Meeting fruiting structures to disperse spores, but it is more than that. Community of solving Chemical reaction in spacesuit, all the while practice. Disputable teeth of oceans sort of metaphor in the long view. Broaching wartime reactions in title of safe harbor. You can respect this synchronized morphological response, identified as instant. In time of war where war is no time, the bellowing of crisp colours makes a breeding soil for the imagining of death and the proceeds of life. Can you identify the morphology of not changing the beginning? A simple explanation of monster on doorsteps, meanwhile reactive process of the system. No better word than slime when freehold of community shares all venture.


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