Even these little green ones need a matchmaker, and that matchmaker is a film of water. Without it, their special powders cannot swim together to make new plants. In my dry air here, they turn to crisp paper and wait...and wait. I see it trying on my watered terrace wall, a tiny green success story in a sea of brown, while the rest of the land is a bachelor waiting for a rain that never comes.
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