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Dear Earth,

I hope you’re doing well. I hope we snuffed the fires in your lungs. I hope each breath you take is teeming with the life of the vibrant greenery that paints your sides. I hope we’ve pulled you from the rising waters and protected you from sinking beneath the churning waters. I hope you’ve found time to cool off with the icy chill of the returning ice. I hope you’re free, free to release the sunlight that once fevered your core. I hope we learned. I hope we learned balance, how to coexist with the nature around us. I hope we learn to be grateful guests rather than poisonous parasites. I hope we’re all doing well.

If we’re not, I hope you know how sorry I am.

I’m sorry I broke my promise to protect you.

I hope you’re doing well.

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