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Girl 1 did this: Clear Your Conscience, Not the Rainforest

It's her 2013 EF Global Citizen Scholarship Contest entry. If she wins, she'll go on six days' exploration of Costa Rica followed by a two-day global summit on environmental sustainability in San Jose. 

 She's never done anything like this before and it's the caliber of what she pulled together that has my hair blown back. I am just beginning to discover what makes her tick, and appreciate her unique and totally authentic point of view. 

Winners will be announced in January but if you ask me... I think you know what I'd say.

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