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Welcome to This Isn't The Place, where I get to talk at length about where my feet have been and how I plan on getting there. This is a new project, and still in the very early stages: it's a great time to get involved, so please do subscribe and comment on the things you find interesting.

 To that end, there is a three part introduction piece that will do a better job of explaining what exactly here is hoping to be. You can find it by following the links:

 The Goodness of The Outdoors (Part 1/3)
Choose Only One Master – Nature (Part 2/3)
Signposting The Trail (Part 3/3)

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