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If you have any comments, questions or suggestions, I'd love to hear from you. Particularly if you can help me with my goals:
  1. Cycling to Syria.
  2. Spreading the word, publishing or commissioning stories.
  3. Supporting The Bike Project!

The best way to get in touch is a comment somewhere on this blog (down there ↓), or through Twitter: @dcisbusy. Thanks! :)

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