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Dear future self,

As a child one of my favorite activities was to climb in the large trees in Meme’s backyard. You would play outside for hours discovering little creatures and picking flowers in the garden. Can your kids still do things like this? Can you watch them as they play in nature or do they not have trees to climb in and flowers to pick? How is the earth? Did you come up with a solution to save earth and solve climate change? I hope you did because right now I am scared by how earth is looking right.

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