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Dear future generations,

I hope you get to see the oceans and all of creatures that call them home. I hope you get to feel the rough bark of a tree while climbing on a sunny day. I hope you get to smell fresh rain during the summer, while you run outside to play in the puddles. I hope you get to hear the chirping of baby birds, when their mom comes home to feed them. I hope you get to taste the cold prick of a snowflake on your tongue while making snowmen. I hope you get to smell flowers in your backyard, not a museum. And most of all I hope that we can work together to make all of this available to you for a long, long time.

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