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when I was a kid the graveyard across town the one my father rests in was significantly smaller decades later it is quite big and growing because time is not slowing and neither are we where ever we are going does not matter because in the end we become a spec scattered across the land and what if instead of burial plots we were buried with seeds that grew into beautiful things we could save the bees or the oxygen we breathe what if as we die we repopulate rain forests instead of taking up land people need?
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Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
Buried with seeds
when I was a kid the graveyard across town the one my father rests in was significantly smaller decades later it is quite big and growing because time is not slowing and neither are we where ever we are going does not matter because in the end we become a spec scattered across the land and what if instead of burial plots we were buried with seeds that grew into beautiful things we could save the bees or the oxygen we breathe what if as we die we repopulate rain forests instead of taking up land people need?
brian-carson
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Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
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