We only have 11 years left until the damage done by climate change is irreversible.

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Dear Tomorrow,

We only have 11 years left until the damage done by climate change is irreversible. It’s not going to change overnight, but if we all work together we can fix this. Here is a simple goal that I promise to achieve: I will find at least one situation in my day everyday to save plastic. Whether that be not using a plastic straw or utensils, or bringing a reusable water bottle with me, or even just picking up other people’s trash. Because this can’t go on forever. Every day is a chance to change the world.

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