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Sitting by the creek, I watch Nature’s endless supply unfold. The current never stops. More always comes to replace what has drifted downstream.
I am compelled to protect this ceaseless devotion, to ensure its continuation, guard its cleanliness, and uphold its value to life.
Thus, I rise to collect a few pieces of trash that have floated here presumably during a previous flood. A plastic garbage bag hangs wrapped around a tree. A metal can lays deposited on shore.
Accidental liter; it’s an honor to be present to correct the mistake. Yet sometimes the misplaced objects scream to me, objectifying society’s misguided priorities, further reminding me of my power to set things right.
