It was the perfect day, it shone and sparkled. You know when the sun is the perfect temperature, the sky is one big blue tile overhead and the air feels like velvet.
It kind of makes me sad, in a sense, that we aren't looking after that, that we are, essentially, pissing it away for money.
We have the perfect place to live, Earth, the blue planet, and we are not looking after it.
Think about it, we are looking to colonise Mars, a wreck of a planet, a shell of its former self, because we can't look after the greatest planet in the solar system.
None of this makes any sense.
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