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“‘It’s like the book’s already written, you just have to find it,’ said my young son as I tucked him into bed with tales of the magical happenings that were peppering my journey with The Children of Gaia.”

“Little did I suspect my search for the book would see me and my family back-packing through Central America, sleeping on the ground with snakes scuffling though dry leaves in the dark around us or riding on buses with young guards holding hand grenades at the ready. Nor did I imagine myself traveling through Poland with Swedish Foresters to witness the devastating effects of acid pollution that brought these grown men to tears. I hadn’t guessed how many wonderful people I would meet on the way—skilled and knowledgeable people—who often showed me places I had already written about and thought I had merely imagined.”

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