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    La naturaleza a través de mi ventana.
    La naturaleza a través de mi ventana.
    La naturaleza a través de mi ventana.
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    La naturaleza a través de mi ventana.

    By Ronny A. Vargas

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    Esto es lo que puede suceder si no cuidamos nuestro mas preciado tesoro: La naturaleza.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRonny A. Vargas
    Release dateSep 24, 2017
    ISBN9781370799961
    La naturaleza a través de mi ventana.
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    Ronny A. Vargas

    Ronny Vargas, a native of Costa Rica, is the product of a humble home filled with love. As a boy, he discovered his passion for nature, which became his imaginative playground. As an adult, Vargas is inspired, creative, and determined, as he presents his premier novel entitled, Don’t Forget the Valley, a fictional fantasy thriller set on planet Earth. Delving into his delight in the nature of planet Earth and all the unique creatures dwelling therein, Vargas allows his tales, poems, comic books, and future novels to explore humanity’s connection to creation. Join in and experience the Earth in crisis – as fresh water sources disappear and sea creatures retreat into the depths of oceans – paralleled with planet Sullet’s own struggle for survival after tragic environmental upheaval and the destruction which follows.

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