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Wednesday, 4.4.18
4:42pm

The author believes that he has found a direction for this blog. This is an exciting prospect, reader. There is nothing quite like watching the nebulous coalesce into something tangible. It is the author's sincere hope that you will enjoy the journey alongside him. We have only just begun!

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