If we are still alive, will it be any better? or will the earth groan under the weight
of our hostility? When the soil is depleted, our food will come from the sea,
where millions will seek to be washed of their anger, and to return
with a sense of the beginning – to return to being human
once again. Perhaps it is not too late
to start over. At least
we hope and pray so.
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