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Sunrise

Listen, child, can you hear? It's the world, and it's coming at us fast. It's reaching out to grab us and hold us, but don't be scared, it's a familiar face. It's the wind rushing in your ears when you take a car ride with the windows down and the thrill of jumping over a wave as it crashes on the beach. It's the weird feeling you get when you miss a stair or catch a stare. It's a weekend movie or a long chapter story, a pair of red galoshes waiting invitingly at the front door. It's the smell of rain and the touch of sun, the star soaked sky and the dew soaked grass. It's the birds that wake you in the morning, and the crickets that sing you to sleep.

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Noon

No, kid, can't you see? It's the world, and it's coming at us fast. It's reaching out to grab us from behind, to look at us with sorrowful eyes and frowning smiles. It's the stench you smell when you cross the landfill down the road and the face you make when you step on gum littering the street. It's the feeling you get when you look down the beach, and find broken bottles and plastic cans where there once was sand. It's a long day at school, and Friday never comes; taking out the garbage in a cold, rainy August. It's the sight of smog and the rainbow puddles that leak from the car exhaust, the oil-soaked rags and the money-soaked gas. It's the silence that greets you every morning and the mourning that hushes you every night.

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Sunset

But, dear friend, won't you remember? It's the world, and it's coming at us fast. It's reaching out to grab us and hug us, to thank us for what we did, when we cleaned the beach and the birds no longer hid. It's the pleasant breeze when you take a long walk, the slow happiness of swimming in the ocean. It's the weird feeling you get when you hear stories of old, when the cars used to honk and the people used to shout; when you walked a few feet, to stop only to make a face and rub gum from your shoes. Now the water's blue again, and the grass green again, and rainbows only litter the sky. The birds wake you in the morning, and the crickets sing you to sleep at night.

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Because that is what beauty is, you see? It's the truth - that we could see what had happened, and stepped up to fix it. We took the past and made it the future. And that is a beautiful thing.

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Sunrise
Listen, child, can you hear? It’s the world, and it’s coming at us fast. It’s reaching out to grab us and hold us, but don’t be scared, it’s a familiar face. It’s the wind rushing in your ears when you take a car ride with the windows down and the thrill of jumping over a wave as it crashes on the beach. It’s the weird feeling you get when you miss a stair or catch a stare. It’s a weeke

        

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