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What is an oasis? How is it useful for desert plants?

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What is an oasis? How is it useful for desert plants?

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An oasis is like a green island in the middle of a desert where a spring or a well gives plants and trees a better chance to grow.

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Chapter 3: The Desert - Extra Questions

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Chapter 3 The Desert
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