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“There is so much beauty in this world. I wish people would stop and see it. If we all would see this beauty, there would be no violence and no hurting each other. Because when our hearts are filled with love and care, we would only help and love each other. There would be no war, abuse, poisoning nature, and so much pain. Through my photos, I wish to inspire people to be their full potential, to live their lives to the fullest, to stop and admire the beauty right in front of them or under their feet, to feel, to live, to love. Through my photos, I wish to bring people back to nature. When they feel sand under their feet, feel sunshine on their skin, smell a lovely flower, see a stunning sunset, watch or take care of animals, they will stop poisoning the earth, and destroy what is part of them. Why destroy our own home?” – Ineta Love Wonder, I Love Wonder”

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