c. mother earth. Unc. Loaded mother earth. Overloaded. By footfalls. By devices. Trillions upon trillions. Bearing the burden of ever-rising piles of waste. Mountains of them. Billion of tons. Or is it trillions of tons. C. Land, see, air. Wallowing in it.
Poor little mother earth. A speck in the universe. Yet crowded. By life and un-life. Filled by filth. Zillions of tons. New waste. Even by beauties created by art, science, fiction. All momentary in the big time span. But for discard ultimately. Not really for preservation.See it all for some time. Un-c when eyes see no more. Nor wish to c. unc.
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