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  • Sarah Cupitt

    Sarah Cupitt (pronounced like Que-Pitt) is an ambitious university student, journalist and writer interested in working with people who have amazing stories to tell. She's secretly always looking for stellar scoops and tends to ask a lot of questions. When Sarah isn't brainstorming ideas or furiously typing away, you'll find her reading, designing, or researching her latest obsessions. Psychology, writing ecologies and ancient history, to name a few. Check out her website or say hi on Twitter. She loves to freelance, so if you've got an exciting project, please shoot her a message at sarahjanecupitt@gmail.com.

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