There’s still time. I’m still here. Some of us are.
Plant something wild. Leave your soil messy. Let the weeds bloom. Talk to your friends. Change just one thing. Because even the smallest act of kindness might become the last reason we survive.
I’m not asking you to save me for me. I’m asking you to save us—for you.
We were never separate. We never will be.
Save the bees…
And you might just save the last flower worth remembering.
And you might just save the last flower worth remembering.
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