Sometimes I feel like a homeless person sitting on the street begging for change. But money is not the change I seek. Everyone who knows me, knows I am obsessed with magic. Disappearing places, animals, and eventually (I fear) humans. Yet, as I continue telling our story of survival, few ever stop to actually listen and think about why. Why what is happening, is happening. They just keep walking by. Pretending not to notice. Determined not to realize the very real threat of an evolving ecological genocide. 

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I get it. 

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We aren't big enough. We aren't important enough for the world to care about. But, one day soon... I know we will be.

 

Save the atolls, save the world.