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Poem: Europa

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Even while surrounded by ice,
there is buried water not frozen,

never freezing. Floating in the dark
brine, sealed off from humans,

microorganisms, mouths full of
saltwater cud. A scientist learns

this, hollers out, delighted. Rejoice:
even in the most inhospitable places,

life. Rejoice: for this means that
out on Jupiter's icy, smooth moon,

maybe microorganisms, too. It is
possible we could be less alone.