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Since growing up I heard the same story.

It’s written in books. Taught at school. Internalized in life.

Repeated by friends. By family. By me.

A glimpse. A thought.

This story is not the truth.

If it’s not. What is?

A ruptured moment. Fractured fragments.

Re-arranged by my imagination.

This is not the truth.

Researcher & author for eco-living. Merging philosophy, psychology & personal development with ecology.

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