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I dream of a toxin-free, organic lifestyle for the trees and plants around us. A green good lifestyle.
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  1. SGNovember 26, 2014 at 7:02 AM

    We need to live a green lifestyle which includes organic food and clothing and everything else.

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    1. UnknownNovember 26, 2014 at 8:22 PM

      Yes SG, you are right and before we get to that, we must do our little something to let plants and trees grow harmoniously by not poisoning them.

      In a supermarket here, they sell organic products, veggies especially and except for the label nothing is organic. I once bought chillies and tomatoes which had the label organic. I was shocked when I opened the plastic wrapper around it; it smelled of chemicals and I am sure those are not organic.

      So, I stopped buying organic veggies. I am not sure about other products. I believe things will change for good :)

      Thanks for dropping by! :) I am glad I finally posted something (So quick illa?) :)

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    2. Destination InfinityNovember 27, 2014 at 8:30 AM

      Organic and green lifestyles are important for us, as much as they are important for the plants. Increased awareness is the key to bring it about.

      Destination Infinity

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