Guest writers! Welcome again!

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One of this blog's greatest failings was that I couldn't get anybody to guest write for it. But that is in the past now! I have decided to give it another go and 2014 couldn't have started on a better note. We finally have one post from a very gracious guest writer! I'll be posting that in a little while from now. Now that I've got that going, anyone else who has an article to contribute, a thought to share, something you want to shout out loud, send in your articles at dudurudh.blog@gmail.com!
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