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 2 min blog, interesting idea! one of my issues with blogging is the time it takes me to actually post one. first of all I'm to long-winded than I take forever correcting my spelling and rephrasing . It's pretty humbling to post something as is. Its quite a challenge but I may try a few times and see if I can force some ego out of my blogging!

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