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My name is Anj Granieri. I’m a writer. A wonderer. A wanderer. A singer of songs. A teller of stories. An adventurer, and a seeker of truth. Let me set your heart on fire. Let me breathe on the embers of what it is that stirs your soul. And let me remind you of why you are alive: to be fearless, insatiably curious, and to know love.

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“Find where Joy resides, and give it voice far beyond singing. For to miss the Joy, is to miss it all."
R.L. Stevenson

I believe that a beautiful life is rooted in dreams. The branches that grow from the tree of those dreams are our passions. The fruit of those branches, are what we manifest by our actions. My life is centered around travel, music, writing and health, and my dream is to share my experiences and connect others through my writing. The fruit of that tree is this blog. I invite you to dive in, read on, and take a bite. 
 
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