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The Spacey Globe

She spins, holding us in our place. Do we know our purpose, or better yet our fate? She talks to us with rain, winds and viruses. These things that she moves are warnings but do they really siren us? We tend to act selfishly and look the other way, chopping down forests and polluting all we touch each and every day. I want to make a difference to this spacey globe. I, means you and me with everything we know. It all begins by asking simple little questions, that can cascade to millions of people repeating what we mention. Why does every person produce so much useless waste? Why don't we love all creatures that coinhabit within our gates? She wants us to care for her, to treat her like her friend. Then why is it that we are bringing her and ourselves to a bitter end? Monday, November 1, 2021

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