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By JesusM.R. SILVER
Sacramento, California

”Geoff Mackley states,” I just thought i’d never see anything like this. I’ve been to over 30 hurricanes and 35 volcanic eruptions, so i thought i’...
JesusM.R. SILVER, Sacramento, California
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"A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new"- Albert Einstein


#972 Opinion
By snickleRick BRONZE
Hartland, Wisconsin
snickleRick BRONZE, Hartland, Wisconsin
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#973 Opinion
By Anonymous
#974 Opinion
The_light_Messenger GOLD, Decatur, Michigan
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Think Without Boundaries

#975 Opinion
By Matthew Carmen BRONZE
West Orange, New Jersey
Matthew Carmen BRONZE, West Orange, New Jersey
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Agir06 BRONZE, Kalibo, Other
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I do not compete myself to others. I just live my life daily. I do what I love to do. I do what I have to do.

hstaal BRONZE, West Olive, Michigan
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tycoons11 BRONZE, Omaha, Colorado
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By Paige16 BRONZE
Glendale, Arizona
Paige16 BRONZE, Glendale, Arizona
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#980 Opinion
By KyleMoss500 BRONZE
Charlottetown, Other
KyleMoss500 BRONZE, Charlottetown, Other
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I have congenital hunting fever and three sons. As little tots, they spent their time playing with my decoys and scouring vacant lots with wooden guns. I hope to leave them good health, an education, and possibly even a competence. But what are they going to do with these things if there be no more deer in the hills, and no more quail in the coverts? No more snipe whistling in the meadow, no more piping of widgeons and chattering of teal as darkness covers the marshes; no more whistling of swift wings when the morning star pales in the east? And when the dawn-wind stirs through the ancient cottonwoods and the gray light steals down from the hills over the old river sliding softly past its wide brown sandbars &ndash; what if there be no more goose music? <br /> -Aldo Leopold