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I am curious about what hope looks like in the climate crisis in an increasingly fractious effectively leaderless world; with an economic system that makes it virtually impossible for people to organize in mass numbers. 

I mourn the loss of biodiversity and Indigenous land and cultures as a direct result of anthropogenic climate change but I am reminded regularly by activists and organizations I look up to that hope is the thread which stitch together the work we do.

I am interested in how this hope is conceptualized, realized and retained in grassroots movements around the world, as well as how this hope is preserved and communicated in literature, poetry and art.

I hope to publish some of my findings on this page in the months and years to come. 

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