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by Lilly M.
Wisconsin, WDSE
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When Fred was little his grandmother told him stories about how life used to be. She told him about when the air was clean enough to breathe. She told him about the trees and flowers. She talked about the cool, gentle breezes and the creatures that roamed the planet. Moogulon was a beautiful place before the climate changed.
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