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Dan Schwabel commented here on personal branding and said it's "An individuals total perceived value, relative to competitors, as viewed by their audience." And I've had the opportunity to visit his website www.personalbrandingblog.com and he is definitely passionate about personal branding. Pay him a visit and see what I mean

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