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 So a sizeable chunk of my blogs posts have no images attached to them. This is due in part to a personal habit of mine where rather than hosting the images on the blog itself I choose to use the "by url" option when uploading images onto the posts I make. What I didn't know is that this predicates entirely off whether or not the website the url is attached to still exists. This lack of foresight is the primary reason why the blog is having the issues it has right now. 

Right now I'm simply waiting to see if the website's servers reactivate, if simply because this happened once before. 

If nothing changes before the end of the year I'll start the process of fixing the posts by replacing the images with new ones hosted directly off the blog

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  1. Ah, this makes sense...
    I had wondered that, lol!
    Some of the posts had links to the image sources, thankfully, but some of them I just had to use my imagination instead, lol, at least temporarily!!

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