Draft Poetry

Draft Poetry

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Taste the air. Smell the smoke. Feel the grit in the throat. Itchy eyes. Smoky Haze. Yellow jaundiced sky. Pale sun. Sea ice melting. Oceans warming…

Jun 14 •

We are mortal beings, Wanting to be gods, Failing to be human.

Jun 10 •

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