Espero que vcs tb encontrem ,de alguma forma,um caminho para colaborarem com Nossa Mãe Terra, bjs eternos.

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Meus filhos,

Tentarei, até enquanto puder, ajudar nosso planeta com atitudes conscientes. Espero que vcs tb encontrem, de alguma forma, um caminho para colaborarem com Nossa Mãe Terra, bjs eternos.

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