Darkness at noon January 5, 2020 by David Horton, posted in climate change, ecology, History, poetry The fog of war, the smoke of climate change
What climate change? It’s not real, I’m sitting here in my bubble and refuse to see the world burn down, refuse to see my children’s children die before they can dream of having their own.. LikeLike Reply
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What climate change? It’s not real, I’m sitting here in my bubble and refuse to see the world burn down, refuse to see my children’s children die before they can dream of having their own..
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