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My oceans are life-giving.
They lack nothing. No wonder that plants were slow to leave. For 300 million years, plants were only green algae, waiting on my shores. But slowly they evolved. They formed a symbiotic relationship with fungi, and this let them draw nutrients from my soil. Cyanobacteria had released oxygen. Fungi were waiting, with their subterranean network. The stage had been set, the story seems foretold. But it was not foretold. I did not guide the plants to land. But when they shook hands with fungi, I smiled.