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Dear Next Generation,

The year is 2020 and according to scientists if we don’t do anything soon the world won’t be the same in 2050. My family have tried a ton of things to be more green, we went on a few trash hikes and filled a ton of bags full of plastic and trash, this ‘saving the Earth’ thing can feel hopeless sometimes since it doesn’t feel like we are getting anything done. I wish the best of luck to you guys.

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