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UNTIL WE DO

And until we cherish Home and all others before ourselves, we'll continue bleeding out. We can use our Band-Aids as solutions or we can do our duty as stewards. We can bandage our rivers by relying on filters to remove our human genius from the precious water, or we could stuff the wound with money, or cover the hole with plastic, or we might try dropping a bomb on the gaping crag to cease the bloodletting, or we could starve ourselves to death and never bleed again...
Perhaps it'd be more beneficial to us as a collective if we sutured the wound with Kindness, with Love, with Forgiveness, and with a profound Peace? Makes a lot more sense than drowning in the blood of our brothers and sisters... In the blood of ourselves.~Mark R. Prime  

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