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Re-wild your inner child and with that the World; Lest we fail to be worthy of our so called “wisdom” For the fate of this beautiful blue marble that we have the privilege to call our home is held within all of our minds and actions- and ours alone. Those who look upon the mystique of nature with childlike wonderment and tearful disbelief of what mother Gaia has birthed; Those who stand and heed the call to arms with Spartanesque custodianship to see what the courage of their souls unearths- Those and those alone will be our saviours. All others condemn us to a future house and home unfit for the darkest devil in hell
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Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 3:14 PM UTC
The child-spirited saviours
Re-wild your inner child and with that the World; Lest we fail to be worthy of our so called “wisdom” For the fate of this beautiful blue marble that we have the privilege to call our home is held within all of our minds and actions- and ours alone. Those who look upon the mystique of nature with childlike wonderment and tearful disbelief of what mother Gaia has birthed; Those who stand and heed the call to arms with Spartanesque custodianship to see what the courage of their souls unearths- Those and those alone will be our saviours. All others condemn us to a future house and home unfit for the darkest devil in hell
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27/M/Northumberland
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 3:14 PM UTC
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