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Marimo by MEGAN MOORE

The marimo moss ball is born in the cool depths of freshwater lakes. 

Loose threads of silken algae, swirled up as the current breaks 

against the shadowed rocks. Imagine your life in constant motion, to prevent 

death by a festering rot that devours your essence the very moment 

you pause for rest in between the rounded pebbles. One of a thousand 

indistinguishable playthings for the lake- a life meant to be bounced around 

for eternity. And yet- without the torment of icy flows, without the 

never ending dark- the marimo moss ball would not be 

anything more than a scrap of uncut verdant velvet; 

a dried bit of paint left in Mother Nature's palette. 

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