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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I had the joy of receiving my permanent residence card today, a key milestone on a journey that began at the back end of 2008 with my decision to &lt;a href=&#34;https://archive.rustgeek.me/2008/08/05/diary-of-a-would-be-school-boy/&#34;&gt;head back to grad school in Newcastle&lt;/a&gt;. At the time, staying back in the United Kingdom, and becoming British were not necessarily on the agenda, it was meant to be a gap year away from what had been a difficult year at work.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;With these two feet I begin
This journey, of probing and inquiry
A thousand miles stretched taut
Like a string. Losing itself in the
Distance between here and there
A road untraversed separating
This beginning - hallowed ground
And that distant pleasure dome.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One cannot escape the lure
Of mystery dived head first into,
The call of the unknown, enthralling,
Siren-like, borne on the wind like
Pollen from a flower to its receptacles;
A birth,new beginning from wanton waste.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Of Journeys and returns</title>
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&lt;p&gt;London was warm, a tad too warm if the truth must be told. And dry - well, except for that wretched Saturday evening, which in keeping with my rotten luck with these things, was the one day I decided to be out and about into the wee hours of the morning. Other than that, the contrast with the ‘Deen couldn’t have been starker – wet, barely nudging 19 degree weather and warm, dry, 26 degree weather and sunshine, separated by the small matter of sixty five minutes of flying.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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