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We made a game out of it clapping mosquitos between our palms while we sat on a blanket in the middle of, honestly, their house, covered in grass and dew. And we quoted, I'm sure a very smart scientist who said that they could be eradicated— all of them those tiny things with black and white striped legs and long thirsty throats— without any significant damage done. If that is the standard for whether a thing should exist or whether it shouldn't, I pray no big and great thing notices us, melting entire continents and setting entire countries on fire.
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Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 9:45 PM UTC
Written the Day San Francisco's Sky Turned Red
We made a game out of it clapping mosquitos between our palms while we sat on a blanket in the middle of, honestly, their house, covered in grass and dew. And we quoted, I'm sure a very smart scientist who said that they could be eradicated— all of them those tiny things with black and white striped legs and long thirsty throats— without any significant damage done. If that is the standard for whether a thing should exist or whether it shouldn't, I pray no big and great thing notices us, melting entire continents and setting entire countries on fire.
the damage that we've done to our world breaks my heart most days
tyler-lockwood
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Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 9:45 PM UTC
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