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There's a place where I can be at home. The most beautiful one street town in this land of fear. Here live my friends. Here I learn to stand tall through life and its pain. My Genadendal, where are you? The sun's rays scorch. The river is dry. Sweat runs down me as I approach the horizon. Is technology really the solution? How will I keep the heat at bay when it surrounds me? "The future looks green." I don't think so. My breath escapes me. The infrastructure removes the carbon dioxide. They threaten nature to commit suicide.