As the sun sets during a mid July evening, I can feel the hot air nestle against my skin. The warm breeze brush against my cheeks. As I look beyond myself, I see a dark, surviving image that reaches high into the warm night sky. A survivor longing to stay present in our world. A survivor that provides oxygen for our lungs. Shelter for the wild. And food for our natural being. A silhouette that is living, but not fully alive. Struggling to survive in a world that is already dying.
Wonderful emotional post - I look forward to one of your classmates capturing your emotions in the post :)
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