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By DakotaEastin BRONZE
Ripon, California

Environmental problems in California My name is Dakota and I live in the bright and sunny California or so you think. Is California really bright and sunny or is it just f...
DakotaEastin BRONZE, Ripon, California
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Sydney.Gibson GOLD, Hamersville, Ohio
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&quot;I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.&quot;<br /> Phillipians 4:13

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By Sydney.Gibson GOLD
Hamersville, Ohio
Sydney.Gibson GOLD, Hamersville, Ohio
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&quot;I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.&quot;<br /> Phillipians 4:13

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By BobbieBoo2112 BRONZE
Saratoga Springs, Utah
BobbieBoo2112 BRONZE, Saratoga Springs, Utah
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By MadPie BRONZE
Cicncinnati, Ohio
MadPie BRONZE, Cicncinnati, Ohio
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By RaeWrites BRONZE
Tucson, Arizona
RaeWrites BRONZE, Tucson, Arizona
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&quot;Life goes on.&quot;

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By madison moore BRONZE
Stockbridge, Georgia
madison moore BRONZE, Stockbridge, Georgia
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By EllieLissieA SILVER
Portishead, Other
EllieLissieA SILVER, Portishead, Other
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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