Climate Champions...

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A busy day today promoting the upcoming Song Project and I'm tired because I was up late listening to "This Changes Everything" by Naomi Klein. The chapter where all the billionaires eat Al Gore's presentation up with a spoon in 2005 and by 2015 have increased their company emissions a hundredfold!!! Ack!

A crucial read. Meanwhile here's the best invention yet...

Hug one today!

Location: Sunset Trail, Oakland, CA 94611, USA

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