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  • Dawn has touched the Mexican sky with sweeping beauty while I stand with bare toes planted in the sand.

    Waves make steady music against the beach and I am hypnotized. I take a deep, enriching breath and my thoughts wander to life, nature, and a few big decisions I have ahead of me.

    At that moment I look down and see three plastic bottles that have washed up in the night. One soda bottle has English on the label. Another plastic soap bottle has Chinese writing on it's label. A third is mangled beyond belief, but has what appears to be Arabic written on the label. I am standing in Mexico and none of this trash has Spanish written on it.

    My toes are not so happy in the sand after I see that. I am sad.

    Plastic in the ocean is not the responsibility of one nation; it is a devastating world problem that needs to be solved immediately.
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