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Is This The Life

In March 2016, I stopped living in Saudi Arabia. But the adventure isn't over. It rolls on. Step by step. 

 Eighteen months life away from my home in London has shown me that I have tales to tell. 

 So, tales will be told.

 Is this the life?
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