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 A blog of no uncertain musings. What goes on in my mind is often a source of wonder to me. |
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My mind and my life are wonderous things ... as are yours, I'm sure. I have more slips of paper and pages of notebooks with musings and thoughts than I really know what to do with. Someone, actually several someones, have suggested I start a blog ... or a journal as a means of focusing some of this mental energy. To be honest, I don't even know what the difference between a 'journal' and 'blog' is--or if there even is a difference. Read on, my friends, and you can judge for yourself whether it even matters. And so....  I'm JACE. Yep ... that's me! And somewhere in all my writings my last name may be posted. But I'll just leave it at Jace for right now. I'm 70 years old and heading full tilt to 71. It's strange that while I'm going through some rather serious medical issues, I still consider myself to be in the prime of my life--pretty good shape physically AND mentally, though I don't run for competition anymore  . I love to ... dang, if I put this stuff here, I won't have anything for my blog.Guess you just have to be patient until such stuff leaks out.  Perhaps 2025, having embraced my retirement, will see more participation in my journaling efforts. Well, one can hope.... |
| I do not understand! The average snowfall in Crested Butte, CO for January over the past 10 years is 37.7 inches. And our host for the Air B&B we're staying in left us NO snow shovel. Good thing it only snowed 2-3 inches last night. At least the powers that plow the driveways are on the ball. And the forecast today is for sunny skies and no snow. Yesterday morning while Jeanette and I were in town taking in the sights, it snowed as we arrived, turned sunny as we walked from store to store, turned cloudy and snowed heavily while we ate lunch. I thought we were back in Missouri with the changes happening so often. Then I found out the local brewery doesn't open until 3pm. Bummer. Rather than wait another three hours, we headed home to rest. It turns out the 8900 ft. elevation can really take the wind out of two old folks walking around town. We'll go back later this afternoon to check out the brewery. For now, we'll enjoy the fabulous sights of the sun on the snow-covered mountains. |
| We arrived at our vacation destination yesterday afternoon--Crested Butte, CO. Both travel days were sunny and in the 60's for most of the trip. As we started gaining altitude, the temp started dropping. This morning, we awoke to 26 degrees and a light dusting of snow. The ski slopes rise up to 12,000 ft. The youngsters will be hitting the slopes shortly. I, on the other hand, will be searching the town for a brewery and some find local brews, and a good coffee shop, not necessarily in that order. I did find that the 8900 ft elevation for Crested Butte made a difference for my breathing. Yep, the more sedate life is for me the rest of the week here. What a difference a day makes in the mountains. |
| Tomorrow we set out for Crested Butte, CO, for a week-long family ski outing. They will be doing the skiing; I will be sitting in a coffee shop enjoying the warmth and an iced mocha (my tribute to the cold weather). My days of skiing ended when I left college for a couple reasons. One, I spent so much time working, I rarely had time for a skiing vacation. My family didn't embrace the skiing mentality. That worked out well for our pocketbook, and left time for other vacations we enjoyed. And two, my college days of skiing included lots of alcohol and a feeling of invincibility that often manifested in ways I felt that God does indeed lookout for fools. I survived those wonderful times, that I'm not certain I completely remember. Anyway, getting ready for the drive, I got the car washed and filled up with gas. One of the features on my 2022 Toyota Corolla displays how many miles I can go on a tank of gas. Today upon filling up, the car declared I could travel 445 miles on my full tank. Of course, I don't completely believe it and would never test that limit (on purpose). During the summer, a fill up allows me to drive up to 516 miles on a full tank. That difference is due to using winterized gasoline. Either summer gas compacts better in my tank allowing me two more gallons of gas (at 35 mpg)--which is not true, of course--or the winterized gas is not as efficient as summer gas. Doing, ding, ding! Neither is actually correct. Winterized gasoline is chemically distinct from its summer counterpart adding chemicals that increase volatility for starting and operating in colder temperatures. They prevent fuel lines from freezing and improve engine performance in lower temps. In the summertime, such additional chemicals are not needed. Interestingly, the winter blends cost less to refine resulting in lower costs in the winter, generally. Lower prices also factor in reduced driving because of the colder weather. Also, in the bummer category, the state gas tax in MO, KS and CO is 29.5 cents/gal, 24 cents/gal, and 22 cents/gal, respectively, and yet, the cost of fuel rises as we head west--less in MO, more in CO. Suck it up, Jace; you're going on this trip. Did you know the EPA allows the sale of winter blends on 16 Sep? Though the actual date you may see the blend depends on the region and climate conditions. As for the trip, I worry about one thing--weather. I'm sure my Corolla isn't the best on wet, snowy roads. Snow showers are not what I want to see in my future. I know my limitations; I don't know what that other guy is thinking. |
| December 31st, 2025. Like everyone else in the world, I'm closing the book on this year. Personally, it was a pretty eventful year, one that started out with an air of uncertainty. But, again like most of us, I rose to whatever occasion occurred in my life. Nope, I'm not going to include a laundry list of all that's happened. If you're really bored and have several hours, you can read each of my blog entries for this year. (Yeah, I'm not that bored, either.) For the record, I accomplished a lot on my writing list. I really need to update that bucket list. Adding Blogging to the daily achievement MBs on March 1 really jump-started my blogging efforts. No entries for January and February to averaging 15 entries per month for the rest of the year. Who knew I was that busy. Actually, I prefer to look forward. I already have a number of projects I want to tackle this coming year. But, those are for my "Dear Me" letter. For now, I'll just close out the year with a final blog entry. To my family and friends, I hope the coming year is your best ever.  |
| I know there's a name for the intense winds that are currently blowing across the country ... but it escapes me at the moment. What hasn't escaped me is the fact that yesterday at 9am, the temperature in south-central Missouri was 68 degrees. At 9am today is was 15 degrees with a wind chill of -1. C'mon, Mother Nature, that's a real shock to these old bones. And yes, I know the weather in general is 'shocking' other parts of the country too. I'm not sure which area can claim the worst weather. And how do you determine 'worst?' Property damage, power outages, curtailment of services, loss of life? Right now, I'll take this wind. It hasn't been as bad as select areas across the country. Sorry, I can't speak to other parts of the world, and I'm sorry if the weather is hitting you negatively. Climate change! Yes, I believe it's happening and we are causing it. 'Nuff said on my part. It's looking like March isn't the only month going out like a lion. At least the days are getting longer. Spring is coming. |
| Today is the first anniversary of my journey into the realm of cancer. Cancer awareness has a new meaning for me. Last year on 27 Dec, I had a phone interview with a VA representative in which I described a sharp pain I was having in my left side for the past two days. The rep set me up for an Ultrasound the next day at our local hospital. I thought, 'That was pretty quick.' And the next day was a Saturday. Though the procedure happened quickly, it took more than three weeks to get the results. In the mean time, within days the pain disappeared and never returned. But I was now in the system with an ailment that needed to be diagnosed. That diagnosis was finally made after many two-hour drives to the VA Hospital in Columbia, MO with successive tests and scans over the following two months. My original diagnosis was returned as Stage 4 Kidney cancer based on a biopsy that discovered cancer in a lymph node. My choices were chemo or surgery--that determination to be made following one more test. I met with Oncology and Urology doctors in mid-March who stated they thought surgery was the best option. The earliest I could get scheduled was 7 May. I set the appointment and did the next best thing. I went on vacation to Colorado for a family ski trip three days later. While on vacation, I received a call from the VA telling me I could have surgery on 17 April if I wished. I wished! That first week in April was a blur. Jeanette had eye surgery to remove some cataracts that first Monday with a follow-up appointment the next day, both visits in Springfield, a 50-minute drive. Wednesday I had to go to the University of Missouri Hospital, next door to the VA Hospital, for an Echocardiogram and a meeting with my surgeon. The surgery would be done at the UofM hospital because they had the robotics surgery equipment necessary for the surgery. They also had the best robotics doctor in the state to perform the surgery having performed my exact surgery MANY times. I said I was good with that. Oh, and I had a dental cleaning the day after that followed by replacing my car's four tires on Friday. Busy week. Life goes on. I had my surgery on 17 April in which they removed a sizeable tumor, my right kidney and a lymph node--the one in which they thought they found cancer necessitating that stage-4 diagnosis. Turns out they found no cancer there. Bottom line: The doctor removed all the cancer they could find (a thorough search, he said--or from what I remember he said since I was still under the anesthesia effects), and I would not require any chemo or immunotherapy. I would have to come in for scans every six months for the next three years or so. On this anniversary, I celebrate all the gifts God has given me--life, family, friends, and health. I've a lot to do in the coming year. Think I'll get started with that "Dear Me" letter. |
| Ten days ago, I decided to spice up my reviewing efforts. My daily review would feature an item with a particular genre listed in its header information. The reviews would be done in the order the genres are listed under the Browse By Genre menu. Yesterday I completed a review using the Children's genre, the ninth in the listing. Currently, WDC recognizes 96 genres, so I'll be a little busy over the next three months. You might ask why. I began this trek because I was having a hard time deciding what to review each day. Earlier in the year when it was active, I'd select a person from "Anniversary Reviews"  . When Annette  paused the group, which I supported completely, I was left to my own devices. (When you decide to start back up, Annette, I'll be available to help.) I used the Read & Review feature to pick items to review. This feature offered up items from members who were currently or recently online. Some were folks I'd never reviewed before; others were established members I might overlook for this or that reason. It was also very rewarding as the system provided gift points for qualified reviews. The GPs were based on the length of the item--the longer the item, the more GPs were awarded. The system also imposed a time limit to complete the review. The longer the item, the more time was afforded. While this is a great way to earn a lot of GPs in a short period, I often wound up scrolling through many items searching for that one that piqued my interest. Occasionally I'd take part in a reviewing group's Review Raid. But these didn't happen often and usually lasted one day. Other listings I used was Read a Newbie (toward the bottom of the right side of your page). Being interested in How-To/Advice and Biographical genres, I search through these listings for items to review. After several weeks of the same types of items, I found I needed something more. Researching a new genre each day provided the versatility I desired, and offered a wider variety of authors from whom to choose. Additionally, I read about topics and situations I'd not encountered before. Often, I found it necessary to research some aspect of a topic of which I was unfamiliar. Wikipedia CAN be a friend. I believe I'll find some genres I've never considered using on my own writing journey. I look forward to finding out. My next genre is Comedy. Time to go look for a good laugh. |
| I received a wonderfully-bound, hardcover book from my son-in-law and his fiancee, Mark and Candice, for Christmas. It contained most of my Writing.Com Blog entries and many stories found in my Portfolio. What an unexpected surprise! Jeanette's family decided years ago that buying gifts for everyone was anything but equitable. So, we decided on stocking stuffer items. Indeed, our stockings are rather large and suitable for some ingenious items. However, my book did not fit in the stocking, which had been hung by the fireplace with care. I looked at the cover. In bold print were the words: From My Mind To .... For a moment I couldn't place the words. Then, it hit me. Those words ... were the title of my WDC Blog. I was speechless! The book is not numbered but easily contains 100 pages. My words and works lay neatly on both sides of each heavier-stock page. Mark actually joined WDC so he and Candice could get the material needed for the publisher. I was so stunned at their efforts, I neglected to ask him if he was going to remain a member. I'll have to work on that. Candice admitted to tearing up over a couple of stories, something every author never tires of hearing. I've a feeling this is the one gift I will remember for many years to come. And with that, Merry Christmas and a blessed New Year to anyone and everyone who stops by my Port. |
| I play guitar. Well, I play, insofar as my fingers allow me. I still have all ten, but over the more than 33 years of woodworking and close calls with equipment, several fingers were contorted, twisted, bent and bowed. They healed in a somewhat crooked manner. But I still play. Tonight is Christmas Eve. Jeanette plays the organ at her church. I'll join her for a special music duet of Mary, Did You Know with my guitar. The group, Pentatonix, certainly has nothing to fear from us. I bring this up because, for as long as I can remember, I've played Silent Night on guitar for every Christmas Eve service I've attended, no matter where that has been. This beloved Christmas carol was first played on a guitar. It was the year of our Lord 1818. Flooding at the at the Nikolauskirche, the parish church of Oberndorf, located in present day Austria, had damaged the church organ. There would be no music for the Christmas Eve service. Father Joseph Mohr went to the church's organist, Franz Xaver Gruber, and asked him to compose some music for a poem he'd written two years before called "Stille Nacht." Gruber did so using a guitar. Silent Night was first played for that Christmas Eve service in 1818. Almost 200 years later, in 2011, Silent Night was declared an intangible cultural heritage by UNESCO for its global cultural significance and universal message of peace. It has been translated into more than 300 languages. Merry Christmas to all! |
| My youngest daughter, Valerie, and her family drove some nine hours from south of Dallas to visit us near Lebanon, MO. Well, not just Jeanette and I, but her husband Justin's family as well a few towns over. We all met for dinner at Val's favorite Hibachi place. I didn't know they had a back room with a larger grill to accommodate our 13 family-sized group. What fun. The chef/grillmaster turned on the exhaust fan early ... but forgot to turn on the grill. He came out with his tray of goodies and went to light is opening fire display. The grill was stone cold! We got an extra 15 minutes of visiting. They are returning home this afternoon, so I wish them safe travels. On the weather front in south-central Missouri, there will be no white Christmas. Temperatures are expected to reach 75 Christmas Day. Just seven days ago, the temps were hovering in the single digits with below zero wind chills. Finally, on the Writing.Com front, I'm still looking for contest entries for:
C'mon, folks. There are thousands of you members who have been here for years sniffing out the best way to accomplish some task on the site, a short-cut to help a fellow member. There are more than 2500 listed How-To-/Advice items to be found under the Browse By Genre section. There are ten days remaining to enter. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! |
| It's never good when you wife gets bored at home and wants to do something. Yesterday she decides she wants to go and visit her old college's Christmas Market festivities. It's located about three-and-a-half hours north, which requires an overnight stay ... according to her. I can think of three reasons to stay home. The weather report is for extreme cold with winds--down to 10 degrees at the OUTDOOR market. We are dog-sitting, which means she must go along. And we were already scheduled to attend a Christmas party that we RSVPed for and which we canceled out of last year. Oh, and four: the Air B&B she books has no indoor bathroom or running water. It was termed 'rustic'. On that I drew the line. She found another place, one that accepted pets. Guess I'll be driving north this morning. |
| Are you a scatterbrained writer? I have to say, I am. I started writing on some topic for my Blog ... and ended up writing my next Noticing Newbies newsletter. The latter isn't due for a couple weeks, which is good. But I had this great subject for my daily blog entry that never got done. That deviation resulted in this blog entry. So I shouldn't complain. But this is why I have SOOOO many scraps and pages of notes, scribblings, and thoughts about this subject or that topic. I can't seem to decide about what I should write. I wonder how close I'd come to 50,000 words is I just started putting all those scraps and pages into one file. It wouldn't be a novel, per se. But consolidating some 20 manila folders of my ideas is more appealing these days. On a personal note (hmmm, I suppose everything I put in here is personal): Thank you for nominating me for two Quill Awards. I'm honored to be considered. Both nominations are for reviewing--something I truly enjoy and take seriously. Category: Best Reviewer Category: Best Review: Review of "Blue (A short story)"  |
| Sixty-one days! I've completed all five of my daily consistency Achievements for 61 consecutive days. That's two months. Yep, I'm crowing a bit. I usually mess up at least once a month. Next goal: finish this year with that perfect record in tact. |
| Today's the day--arbitrarily chosen by my wife, I think--to decorate the house for the Christmas holidays. We don't go overboard any longer. I think she doesn't want me up on a ladder putting lights on the house. I'm certainly still capable of doing that, but I'm not telling her that. I'm perfectly willing to remain on the ground. Besides, it's 30 degrees outside. We have a brick fireplace with a gas fireplace insert in our family room that bears the bulk of our inside decorations. We used to get a real tree every year for the front room until our current cat came along. It amazes me how quickly a cat can shred a tree. Since we spend most of our time in the family room, we can watch for the cat stalking the decorations on the mantle. I have a loaded Nerf gun at my beck and call, and I know how to use it. Christmas gifts in my wife's family is limited to what can be placed in a stocking on the fireplace. They are a mite over-sized in my opinion, and that opens the field for imaginative gifts. There IS a lot of room above the insert to the mantle allowing for the super-sized stockings. I better get the boxes down for the decorating to begin. I just hope I'll get to watch a couple football games today. |
| Okay, I admit it--I like Starbucks. My go-to drink is a Venti Blonde Ristretto Iced Mocha with an extra pump of mocha, one packet of Sugar in the Raw, no whipped cream, and about 'four ice cubes.' That last was a joke among the baristas at my local Starbucks because when they filled the cup with milk there was only half an inch remaining space for ice. My wife tells me I'm crazy to pay the high price for a cup o' coffee. Honestly, it was more than that. Before I retired, I would get to my woodworking shop every morning about 6 am. By 8:30, I was ready for a break, and went to Starbucks. I was such a regular, one of the girls would begin making my drink as soon as I pulled into the parking space. And I knew ALL the girls' names. It became my daily ritual. It was more than just the caffeine--it was the camaraderie. The visit set the tone for my day. Over a period of seven years before I retired, I actually hired five of the young ladies there to work for me part-time. Since they were part-time at Starbucks, they welcomed the extra money. I think I paid better than Starbucks, and if I can believe what they told me, they enjoyed working at the shop. And I welcomed the occasional discount I got on my drinks when 'one of my girls' rang up my drink using their discount. The girls worked for me one at a time over those seven or eight years. Working at Starbucks was always transitional for them. I don't think Starbuck fostered a desire for lasting employment. They found they enjoyed learning about woodworking and using their hands to help create something lasting, functional and beautiful. I discovered a keen difference between hiring guys and hiring girls. I was pretty set in my methods of building the projects for which I was commissioned. Yep, I had to have things done 'my' way. Guys always seemed to think they knew how to use tools and make things out of wood. I spent a lot of time trying to change their point of view. Many of things they knew came from working with other contractors, which didn't necessarily translate to my shop and the techniques needed for finish cabinetry. Girls, on the other hand, had few preconceived notions and were willing to learn the techniques I desired. The arts of sanding and staining, and even some simple joinery was quickly learned. I had a lot of power equipment that they also learned to use ... safely. They learned to use the pocket machine and framing table (for joining cabinet pieces and face frames together), horizontal boring machine, a drum sander, and even a machine for boring and mounting hinges. They were critical when having to cut full sheets of plywood. I could cut them myself but having two people was much safer. The one item none of the girls touched was the table saw. At least from the input side of the saw. They helped as the plywood and solid wood pieces came out stacking the material neatly on the proper storage shelves. Over 33 years of using a heavy-duty table saw, I'd had enough close calls with the blade that I was still uncomfortable with letting them use it. And yes, I still have ALL my fingers. Even now I keep in touch with several of the girls. I feel especially satisfied when they mention missing working at the shop. Several have used the skills learned from me in their own homes now. After I retired I moved away from the town where my shop used to be. My current town has no Starbucks so I don't get my Iced Mocha as often. Yesterday I happened to visit my old stomping ground for a doctor's visit, and stopped by Starbucks. The manager I knew was still there, but I didn't know any of the girls. Taci, the manager, and I talked a bit. We both keep in touch with some of the girls who've moved on. It was a nice, nostalgic visit. At least, my mocha tastes the same. |
| The medical community is anything but consistent. If you followed my Blog from earlier in this year, you'd know about my interaction with the VA medical community regarding a diagnosis of and subsequent surgery for kidney cancer. That entire situation was discovered and resolved in less than four months, not including the requisite follow-up scans and visits to ensure the cancer remains at bay. These visits will occur every six months for the next couple years. I've also been seeing a private Urologist once a year for some 15 years. Since I saw VA Urology in concert with Oncology about my kidney issue, I figured I'd move all my care to the VA system. For some reason, moving my Urologic care to the VA has been somewhat difficult. I began that process back in March and the earliest I can see a VA Urologist is April next year. I'm happy they handled the urgent care quickly. On the plus side, I'm healthy. At least considering what I've gone through this year. Scans are negative, so no cancer found to date. And the few meds I take are keeping issues under control. Did someone mandate that after turning 65, one must take some form of medications? I read a statement in a recent story I reviewed that sums up life: "Getting old isn't for sissies!" May the coming holiday season find you all in good health, fine spirits, and living your best life. Perhaps that's a tall order. But I pray for it anyway. |
| I posted yesterday too early. Mother Nature, being the fickle entity she is, decided to push a bit further south. We did get snow! Though it was only a solid inch, the snow and the temperatures were enough to wreak havoc with the roads. I'm not sure why folks don't take better care IF they just have to drive. Ice is not something on which you can drive safely. At least the powers controlling the school busses were smart this morning. And the kiddees get their first winter break. That said, I need to go and clean off the car. My wife has a doctor's appointment she considers necessary. At least MO-DOT says the Interstate is clear. Honestly, the interstate has never been my concern; it's the side roads in town that worry me. Maybe no one else will be fool enough to be out. |
| Not to be obvious, but today is the first day of December, The tenth month in the old Roman calendar, but now December is the twelfth--as if the world isn't screwed up enough as it is. Still December is all we've known to finish out a year. Anyway, we began this final month of the year in south-central Missouri at 20 degrees Fahrenheit (wind chill is 14). Currently it's spitting snow. Which means WE won't get any accumulation here. It's all going north of us. I got to shovel our driveway ONE time last year. I like ... no, I LOVE snow. And I'm in the wrong place for it. Growing up in Michigan and Maine, I didn't want for snow. I loved the sledding, ice forts, snowball fights ... I even liked shoveling snow. In Maine, a good Nor'easter meant reinforcing our meager allowances with some real cash. We lived at the bottom of fairly steep hill which did not deter drivers from trying to get to the top. On a good day our road was pretty busy. We would each get $1 to $3 PER CAR for digging them out of the snowbank into which they "drifted". Cheaper than a tow, I suppose. We might dig out as many as five cars per storm--five drivers who didn't get the memo to stay home off the slick roads. (By the way, ten dollars in the late 60's is worth about $85 today.) It's probably just as well that we'll get no snow. That cold tends to sink into these old bones a bit more now. |
| Today is Thanksgiving Day here in America. In addition to falling on the 27th of November this year, today marks my 12th Wedding Anniversary! I'm doubly thankful for my wife of 12 years, Jeanette. We'd gotten engaged in early October 2013 expecting a Spring wedding. But, since three of my four kids and their families decided to come for Thanksgiving, and Jeanette's kids were already here, we decided to pull the wedding date to the day before Thanksgiving. All turned out perfectly. My extended family is now scattered across four states today, but I'm especially thankful and blessed everyone is healthy and living their best lives. It has taken me some time to wrap my head around retirement. But Jeanette keeps me on the road to new destinations, so I haven't time to miss my woodworking shop. In fact, we're heading to Branson this afternoon for a three-day mini-vacation. Hopefully everyone is already at their destinations, and the roads are clear. If you're traveling this holiday, please be safe. |
| Veteran's Day! Celebrated official in the U.S. on November 11th every year. A quick timeline of this holiday: 11 November 1918: An armistice between the Allied Nations and Germany went into effect at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of 1918. The official end of the "Great War" came with the signing of the Treaty of Versailles on 28 Jun 1919. November 1919: President Woodrow Wilson proclaims 11 November as the first commemoration of Armistice Day. 4 June 1926: Congress passes a Concurrent Resolution inviting the people of the United States to celebrate 11 November as a holiday commemorating Armistice Day. 13 May 1938: By Act of Congress, Armistice Day becomes an official national holiday. As a day dedicated to the cause of world peace, it was primarily set aside to honor the Veterans of World War One. 1 June 1954: Congress amends the Act of 1938 to change the word ‘Armistice’ to ‘Veterans.’ Thus, 11 November became a day to honor all American Veterans of all wars. 28 June 1968: Congress passes the Uniform Holiday Law designed to ensure three-day weekends for Federal employees by celebrating four national holidays on Mondays: Washington’s Birthday, Memorial Day, Veterans Day, and Columbus Day. Not all states agreed with this law, preferring to keep the original date. 25 October 1971: The first Veterans Day under the new Uniform Holiday Law was observed on this date. With many states honoring the original date, a great deal of confusion resulted. 20 September 1975: President Gerald R. Ford signed Public Law 94-97 returning the annual observance of Veteran’s Day to 11 November, a date supported overwhelmingly by State legislatures and the American people. Fifty years later, the celebration of Veteran’s Day remains on 11 November. It is readily apparent to any student of history and the human condition, that war continues to exercise a commanding influence on mankind. Perhaps one day people will recognize the true meaning of Veteran's Day and overcome their baser desires. Thank you for your service! |
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