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To my grandson,

I am sorry for everything we did. Trees burning oxygen lowering. Plants are becoming extinct. Carbon dioxide is high pollution high.

We might recycle things now. We need more trees to get the carbon dioxide. Paper straws wood cutlery and recycle.

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My grandchildren,

I promise to do my very best to educate your parents as best I can.

 

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I hope on this Father’s Day, my 24th birthday, and the rest of days, we remember that the most basic part of life is living happy with the ones we love. Acting every day against climate change will allow us to keep that simple piece of humanity.

 

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Il faut trouver le 7ème sens et se battre pour des causes justes, comme l´amour et la liberté.

 

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We as the human race are smarter than this struggle at hand and need to rise above large corporate interests and confusion on this topic.

 

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