I'm sorry we broke the sea and sky and shortened the wings of the nightingale...the waterfront neighborhood where you are growing up could be condemned by rising seas before you're old enough to apply for a mortgage.
The Earth I joined in 1967 is gone now, and no one knows what kind of planet will replace it...The United States of America I knew and loved is gone now, too, eaten from the inside by metastasized lies fed to furious people in forgotten places.
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