Substack Announcement

Announcing I've finally bit the bullet and realised the personal blog era is over. I'll be cross-posting to Substack for here-on out, if only for the easier and less broken formatting.

I'll be adding my (3) blogs I've done here to my new Substack, which you can find here. It's @natalyatalks on there. 

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