![]() And even if the jig is up, even if it is really game over, what better time to sing about the earth than when it is critically, even fatally wounded at our hands. There is beauty in the ocean, even one that is on the rise. There is beauty in a desert, even one that is expanding. Beauty worth seeing, worth singing, worth saving, whatever that word can mean now. ![]() ![]() “have spent most of my life outside, but for the last three years, I have been walking five miles a day, minimum, wherever I am, urban or rural, and can attest to the magnitude of the natural beauty that is left. ![]()
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