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Rivers on Titan

These lines in the photo
Do not do the rivers justice

Trails long dried
Still captivate—this
Century-old muse of scientists.

In my mother’s newly wrinkled smile
I glimpse my own skin.

In the placid canyons of Saturn’s moon,
In her chasms’ muted cries,
I hear the Monday rain.


Ting Gou, age 16
Lawrenceville, Georgia
Parkview High School
Teacher: Mary Huie

 

 

 
 
 
 
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