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Declining ice fields Climate change Global Warming It's heartbreaking.
 * A Passion With A Purpose **

Howard Ruby An individual A photographer Who educates the public about An environmental problem

Howard Ruby Not interested in the money For him It's a passion with a purpose.

A bright light in a sea of darkness The light from a flashlight The first tooth in a baby's mouth An egg A ball of pizza dough A giant An unpainted toe nail A jaw breaker after all the color has been licked off A ball of blank white paper A marble A single pimple on a smooth face A lone traveler A white crayon A shiny pearl A golf ball The moon on a star less night February 17,2011 at 7:38 p.
 * Article: Passion With A Purpose **
 * By Mark Wexler **
 * <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">National Wildlife Magazine **
 * <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">December/January 2009 Issue **
 * Cheese **



Star Shining like a diamond in the night sky Shares land with billions of brothers and sisters Friends with the moon and the sun Shines bright like a neon sign Can't be seen on the cloudiest nights But is always there Shining over us in the dark night sky.

The comforter The words of wisdom The back up The listener
 * I Am **

I Am... The smile The laugh The secret keeper The memories

I Am... The loyal subject The treasure The inside joke The shoulder to cry on

I Am... The heart The truth The late night phone calls The half of a whole.

Quiet. This is how strangers see me. But It's not who I really am
 * More Than Meets The Eye **

I am... Loud Random Limited Edition

I make wrong turns I fall off the track I crash

But I never stop moving forward

What a stranger sees me as is only A shell A wall A first impression But it isn't who I really am.

Never judge a book by its cover You don't the story behind it Until You take the time to read it.

I stared at the colorful background on the screen It gave off light like the sun The scratches were like tiger stripes The phone screamed as a new text message came in Click! Click! Click! I pressed the black keys Message sent appeared on the screen The light dimished The phone was asleep.
 * My Phone **

Ouch! Stop doing that! All I ever do is get my buttons pushed. I never get a "Thank you" or "Sorry I've been poking you". I feel like an abused child. I get stuffed into cramped pockets all the time. These scratches will be on my skin forever. The time will come when I get replaced. After all I do for you, this is how you treat me.