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If air pollution arrived gift wrapped with a pretty bow on top, we'd probably start connecting the dots at a deeper emotional level all the sooner.

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In that air pollution our lungs were felled as if there were tiny chain-saws inside.

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The air pollution smelled like a plastic shrink-wrapped forest burned with gasoline.

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In that air pollution my windpipe felt as if it were a dirty factory chimney.

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I could no longer see the pretty things in the store for what they were, but for the ecological disaster that was in store for us if we didn't stop this consumeristic gutting of our mother planet.