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Dear Future Generations,

I am so sorry. Sorry that your air is impossible to breathe. Sorry that your forests have all been destroyed to fuel corporate greed. Sorry that your town has been flooded. Sorry that you will never see any of the hundreds of thousands of species we sent to the grave. When I was young, you could go outside and walk in nature, find a waterfall, or play in the snow. My generation was given a planet primed for a bright future, a one in a million chance to make intelligent life succeed long term. What did we do with it? Breathe in. Are you breathing fresh air? Are you smelling the scent of the flowers, carried by the wind? No. We destroyed everything we were given. I am so sorry.

Don’t let this be the future.

Fight back.

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