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Although I don't call myself a minimalist, this is the style I strive for in my writing. Short, to the point. I don't mean to leave anything out, but I know that you, dear reader, are reading this blog for a reason. You want answers, and I would like to provide them. I would like to do so in a way that respects your time and effort. If you have any question about a post or what the heck it is I'm talking about, don't hesitate to ask!

Finally, I have a weird aversion to using stock photos. It is probably to my own disadvantage, but I can't help it. It just feels wrong for me. So, if you think the images I attach to my posts are goofy or make no sense, don't say you weren't warned! 😀





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