what is it about mothers and the sad singularity of things they do for themselves? but i saw her laugh for the longest time and wipe

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Buried Alive in Plastic by Arya Mohapatra One. Tangled with the acrid scent of burnt paper and wasted sap, the earth reeks of incinerated beauty Two. The oceans are confused today they found out that the humans tricked them into swallowing chips of concealed plastic Three. somewhere within, a baby tuna knows it won't hear the echoes of oxygen filtering through its gills a penguin finds himself adorned with glistening black fluid, his eyes widen as he takes himself in, he look