Burn, Baby, Burn

It’s nothing but green lights, all down each and every landing strip om this dizzyingly beautiful ball of light we call home, Earth, Gaia.

We’re on the final approach, and it’s better than we thought it could be, while we were up above, waiting for reentry.

For my tribe, for those who are feeling it, who know it, who are having it beat their heart and breathe them, today. We are one.

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