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The History of Natural Hygiene and Principles of Natural Hygiene

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Herbert M. Shelton
Herbert M. Shelton

Herbert M. Shelton was a renowned author born on October 6, 1895, and passed away on January 1, 1985. His works primarily revolved around health and natural therapies, which had a profound impact on modern diet and lifestyle. more

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