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Written by John Andreula


It’s a tight window, this duration of time. Three thousand or so years since the expanse of civilization. The Earth remembers the time before; the quiet time near forgotten. She longs for a period of silence and rest and peace.
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The Earth wishes for growth without sentience, terrain lacking so-called intelligent fauna, so she can breathe without the obnoxious noxious. She wants to see for days without haze.
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We suffocate her now. We take and take. Junk, that’s all we produce and consume. We waste away…all of these beautiful resources.
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The Earth will inevitably decide when the clock strikes twelve. If not her, then the sun or his brothers, the other stars, or his cousins the comets as they make a break for it. A smashing crash and then a coming to Jesus or at least a coming to the terms with the last will and testament.
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Reflect light and always do what’s right.


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