Every now and then the world changes. Sometimes it is imperceptible, too subtle and we think it’s just a wind, but a wind that blown continually can bend trees and destroy roofs. I feel a wind, but I don’t know if it will tear us apart or herd us together. I hope for the best. I hope for the last. I don’t have much fate in mankind, but maybe, just maybe, this time we will do the right thing. The wind blown and the sky send us alarming messages. Are we doing our last ride in this planet? Are we finally made the earth so mad with our poor job at keeping it alive that we will be history before our time? I don’t know… I just feel the wind and wonder.
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