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Dear my Future kids,

I want to say how sorry i am that i couldn’t do more for your earth. I’m sorry that you have to see the world like this. I’m not sure if it has changed much from the time i’m writing this and the time you are reading this. I wish i could have done more. I still can, you can too. It’s never too late, but one day it might be. Don’t take this place for granted. You are a microscopic grain of sand in this huge galaxy. We only live once and you and i can’t take this for granted. It’s not all about money and how big your home is. It’s about experience and seeing this world. Its huge compared to your little body.

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