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          The Dahlian had been ravenous with scavenging the resources found upon this continent. While the ecosystem contrasted greatly from the emerald rolling hills of Ireland, to the Sidhe's surprise, there was an abundance of plant life otherwise found in this region of the world. Possibilities abound, it could have been the spread of seeds over the centuries adapting to new environments, or another hypothesis Alae believed in heavily was the cultivation of ancient humans planting foreign seeds. Whatever the factor, Alae was fervent on the prowl for any medicinal herbs to be captured and dried in her possession. As well as any tangible matter that could be melded into handmade incense, in which her personal supply had been running low from travels.

          Recalling the fauna once passed on her journey to the Southwest, the Sidhe meandered a slight ways back North, but taking a curving Eastern route leading her to the creamy sands of the Quartz Shoreline. There was something about coastal lines and the ocean that kept calling to her or somehow making its region known, for she previously spent her first days in Dahlia de Mai scourging the shorelines of Whisper Beach. It reminded her of the journey she took by boat across the Atlantic to arrive here in the new world, reminding her constantly that beyond the hazy horizon of the ocean, mother Ireland would forever be awaiting her return.

          Strapped with her leather bound pack at her shoulder, inside were scavenged weekly vitamin organize tubes recovered from Halifax on her last visit, and several amber prescription pill vial containers filled with dried herbs collected thus far on her journey Northbound. It was in her prerogative to collect as much of the land's resource as plausible, just to harvest it back to Dahlia, to plant and keep for future storage. Her snowy owl companion took to soaring the salt scented skies of the afternoon, although his flight was kept a little more closely guarded to Alae's presence. The last beach flight ended up with the owl almost impaled by a hunter's arrow, and Kael was keen enough to remain soaring closer to the Luperci than usual.

          Approaching the frigid waters of the shoreline, Alae bent down to collect seawater within one of the amber vials. Her last encounter ended up having to sterilize a stranger's gash from falling down a spruce tree with the ocean's salt water, and figured having a vial of saltwater at the ready in Dahlia would keep her prepared for future aide. Besides for scourging the coasts for tangible resources, the pleasantry of the afternoon was another reason for her to enjoy the ambience of the coastland.
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my road to hell is surely paved

The shore was an unusual place for Eris to venture; the sable-shaded hybrid generally did not meander past the borders of Anathema. She had visited Halifax just once since moving to the pack. There simply was not much reason for the hybrid to venture outside of the pack's territory. Larkspur provided just what she needed in nearly every instance -- save one. He hadn't brought Wretch back to her. The coyote hybrid did not hold it against the sable man, of course -- it was not his fault Wretch was gone, any more than it was her own fault. Eris had entertained the idea of blaming herself for the girl's disappearance, but she did not think she had been an awful mother. Three of her children had come into this world, and two were still quite alive and well, and quite with her.


She hadn't yet given up on Wretch's life, however, and the coyote woman had taken to exiting Anathema's territory, exploring the territory just surrounding it. She feared Inferni more than she did this southerly Phoenix Valley -- she knew nothing of this pack, and thus she was unafraid. There was plenty of reason to be afraid of Inferni, on the other hand, and so she had avoided them in her travels, instead keeping to the coast or the western areas of the Dampwoods. Wretch would not have continued along the mountains, or so Eris thought. Still, her search seemed to be edging toward futile -- there had been neither sight nor scent of the girl since her disappearance.


Eris would not allow desperation to overtake her, however -- this would only lead her toward despair, and this was unaffordable with two children still at home in need of her. As she meandered along the coast, she walked close to the water, the waves washing frigidly over her feet. Though the cold of winter was fading, the ocean held it resolutely, stoutly refusing to heat up with the incoming summer. Eris did not mind; the cold felt good. It awakened her, and her head lifted for the first time in a while, otherwise occupied by the padding of her feet through the water. In the distance, closer than she might have expected, a figure of a stranger made its way toward the water, leaning down and dipping something into it. Curious, the hybrid trotted forward, sharp yellow-green eyes focused on the stranger. It was a wolf -- no coyote here.


Still bold, the coyote stopped just a few yards from the woman, tossing her head once toward the orange-hued vial clutched into the woman's hand. “What you got there?” she asked, rather brusquely -- friendliness wasn't her strong point, and in such a state as she was, it was enough that Eris had even made her way toward this woman in effort to converse.

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          Collecting a cloudy sample of sea water in the amber vial, Alae gingerly swirled the solution until securely twisting on the cap. From the side, her peripheral vision detected something shadowy. Following was a curt inquiry of what Alae possessed, and her eyes transfixed upon a Lupus completely veiled in black. A sense of mystery radiated from the female, as everything but her gleaming yellow eyes (reminding her of her owl companion, Kael, in an odd sense), her flickering piercings in the daylight of the sun, and the deeply worn spiral tattoo cut into fur and flesh were the only details to depict from her void colored figure. The spiral upon her shoulder was appealing enough, giving the lack of damaged nerve endings upon Alae's own shoulder with her tebori tattooed lotus a tingle in remembrance of how such a branding of the flesh felt.

          Alae was surprised once again by how casual beings walked around in Lupus in these areas. It was not in her culture and belief to freely walk around in Lupus unless it was by some sort of connection to their ancestors or for a meaningful courtship, but it seemed to be quite casual in these lands. Briefly taking in the ambience that surrounded the dark female, sky blue eyes glanced down at the amber vial she held, and then back to the coyote (suddenly noting how some proportions of her figure were either shorter or longer than that of a wolf). "Ocean water. Nothing too interesting, just for the sake of keeping some salt water on hand for sterilization." Alae replied rather simply, with a light shrug lifting her shoulders. Her eyes couldn't help but stray to the female's spiral tattoo once again. Knowing that some preferred not to immediately embellish on their personal symbolic body art, Alae couldn't help but inquire about it. "Was your spiral applied with tebori methods?" The Dahlian questioned, testing the integrity of how the spiral was adapted in the first place. It looked rather deep and finely outline to be something of tebori, but Alae took an interest to any body art.
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Word Count » 475 Vaguely M-ish thoughts in first paragraph. :| Not severe enough to warrant a warning on the thread, imo, but just as a caution for anyone reading. XD Used CSS thing to hide it just in case. Highlight to read, pervs. XD

my road to hell is surely paved

Form wasn't something Eris considered often; though she seemed to prefer the dexterity of her Optime form, changing either way did not seem to bother the sable-shaded woman and her preference was subconscious rather than ever outright proclaimed. However, she hardly saw a use for the Secui form -- she did not fight, as was evidenced by her (mostly) scar-free body. The only marks aside from the spiral Eris bore were minor ones, inflicted in ways she could not remember, and the more severe ones along her back, though they were obscured by the thicker fur along her spine in Lupus, and only apparent in her humanoid form. These were not scars from fighting, however -- it was Larkspur, in a fit of ecstasy, who had done such a thing to the woman. They had ached and itched for weeks afterward, though strangely Eris had not entirely disliked them when they'd occurred. On the contrary, though his touch had been harsh enough to leave permanent marks, they had been the very thing to send her over the crest of her own ecstasy.


The hybrid peered more closely at the woman in their proximity now as the other canine responded, speaking of ocean water. Eris only nodded, knowing little of healing properties. She instead noted the coloration of the stranger's fur and the brilliant blue of her eyes, the mark upon her shoulder in colors the hybrid found rather appealing. There was little she didn't enjoy with variances to canine appearance -- nearly everything seemed brilliant and unique in its own way to the woman, modifications moreso. Perhaps that was the core to her attraction to Ouija; he painted his body and made no indications of pattern or preference to material. She would mark her own body further, but only when she felt the symbol meaningful enough to embed upon herself for life. This woman bore markings and decorated herself, too.


“I'm not sure what tebori is,” she responded, her tone still indicating she was rather guarded, but interested in the topic at hand nonetheless. “A witch-woman sat with me week after week, sometimes cutting me and sometimes simply applying her pastes. She said it would bleed the wolf out of me, but it didn't work for that. She also said it would help me see things that aren't so apparent to others. Maybe it worked for that,” she said, quite honest with her own markings to the other woman -- there was no reason to hide Eterne's beliefs. She did not subscribe to all of them, after all -- some were as distant to her as the place Eterne itself. “Is that it?” she added quickly, tilting her head to the side in honest curiosity now. The harshness of her facade had faded quickly with a shared interest, and now chartreuse eyes glittered with curiosity.

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That's perfectly okay! And, sorry for the delay (as well as the shortness)! My condo just got approved with my roomie, so we've been busy preparing to move. :3

          There was no need to elaborate further upon what the ocean water's purpose would serve for later, but more so on the symbolistic scars the both of them bore. The darker coyote was unsure what tebori methods were exactly, and there was no surprise found from Alae when she said this. The Sidhe was very well aware of the tattoo guns and needles most tattoo artists used nowadays, and tebori was more so for those who stuck to the traditional methods of such.


          Yet, Alae was intrigued to hear of the female's spiral and the symbolism it had. A witch-woman, promising to bleed any remnants of wolf out of her, and give her powers to see sights that were overlooked by the average Luperci. Alae never heard such lore before, and wondered where such a thing came from. More so, there was some underlying reasoning in her statement that Alae was unsure of. "Bleed the wolf out of you… were you desperate at the time to rid that part from you?" The Sidhe asked, silently pondering whether the question was a little too personal too soon. "Also, what do you see exactly?" Alae also tacked on, finding it hard to believe cuts would give the ability to see things out of the ordinary. Then again, there was a lot of unbelievable things in the world that worked.


          When the dark woman concluded, Alae fell silent before speaking. She stated she wasn't sure what tebori was, and decided to elaborate upon it. "Well, tebori is a traditional way of applying tattoos by hand. Basically needles upon a handle of wood, dipped in ink, and rapidly applied to the skin. Some of my fur had to be removed in the area for it to be noticeable enough." Alae said, lifting her hand to lightly rub at the shorter fur that bore her lotus.

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No biggieee. ^^ <3

the world shudders as the worm gets its wings

“No, but it was expected of me, and so I did it,” she stated easily, shrugging her shoulders. Perhaps half a lie; she had wanted the wolf out of her, but she might not have said it was a desperate sort of desire. In truth, Eris was indifferent to her blood then as she was now -- she had simply desired to be seen as coyote, and if bleeding a spiral into her flesh helped those in Eterne view her as such, she would have endured the process twenty times over. It had given her over to an odd tolerance of pain, one that might not have been expected in a creature that seemed as delicate as Eris at times. She was hardly a prim and proper lady, but there were moments of squeamishness within the sable hybrid, and she had not been able to so much as kill a rabbit before she'd been instructed in the hunt by Sirius.

Her eyes went stony again at the wolf's question about what she saw, but an empty smile slid across her muzzle all the same. Eris nearly remained quiet at the question, though the answer did well up from somewhere in her, unstoppable. “Things like the witch-woman saw.” Her voice was even, though guarded -- she had been questioned sharply before as she had been accepted easily, and neither reaction surprised her. Though Eris would have balked and sharply rejected the label of shaman, witch-woman, even Tezcatli -- she might have been in another life, far back in Eterne, but that had been another eon entirely, or so it seemed. What she was now possessed no name, and she was hesitant to apply one. She had adopted her practices and beliefs from various sources, and she appropriated new ones still, finding her spirituality expanding and amorphous thing. It hardly mattered where she adopted and stole from; what did not fit was left behind, and the pieces that did were neatly stripped and sliced and then spliced to her pre-existing beliefs.

“The work shows nicely. This is an art you practice?” she asked, wondering whether it was something the woman did herself or simply knew of. She did not remember what pastes the old witch-woman had mixed, and she would not have been able to duplicate the ritual, but she could feign it well enough. Scars were easier to come by than tattoos, however.

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          There was something immediately engrossing about the darkened hybrid before her, as she explained the scarred impression of the spiral was something presumed from her heritage. The Sidhe tipped her muzzle in a conceding nod, her throat lightly humming a reply of comprehension of her short reply. While her attention was certainly seized by this mysterious dark woman, there was an air about her that surrounded her in secrecy. Her following reply to what the witch-woman saw was vague enough, perhaps confidential sightings that only the witch-woman of the dark female's past would know about. Accepting this covertness in her replies, Alae was still left with desire to know more. Then again, the two females had only just encountered one another here. It was understood if she was not ready to reveal in-depth information about her past; really, nobody was willing to reveal personal matters to strangers, in which Alae could respect and understand.

          Sky blue eyes glanced at the deep laceration her lotus made on her upper right arm in accordance with her words. Whether it was fresh or worn (and the color certainly wasn't as vibrant as it first was when applied), Alae wore her symbol with pride. There was a lilt of a grin that flashed on the corner of her muzzle, as her palm idly rubbed the area once again. "I wish I could learn more. My grandmother applied it for me. Sort of a rite of passage my family goes through when crossing through adulthood, all of the yearlings earn tebori and the symbols most fitting to them." The Dahlian explained, eyes casting upon the dark woman before her again. "It's my symbolism of progression of my soul from the primeval, experience, and then enlightenment." Alae explained, as much of what the lotus meant centered around the philosophies of Buddhism that her grandmother taught her.

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the world shudders as the worm gets its wings

There were no further questions nor accusations, and for that Eris was glad -- she was not embarrassed of herself, of what she believed, but she also would not share it quite so easily. It was different when it came to Sirius and the rest of Anathema. They were pack; they were more likely to understand, and even if they did not, they were bound to respect her and cause her no trouble. The same might not be said for Alae, who was but a stranger -- though Eris saw no signs of aggression in the timberwolf, lack of signed aggression did not indicate a lack of danger. Yet the woman shared her knowledge in turn, and the woman's chartreuse gaze regarded Alae carefully, curiously peering at the other as she spoke of enlightenment. The word was foreign to Eris, and yet the context was well-enough so that she might figure its meaning.

“You have this enlightenment, then?” she inquired, curious. Was it possible to live entirely on another plane of existence? The sable-hued woman did not know; her enlightenment was a wild tangle of colors and shapes and movement, impossible to separate and categorize. Even she, speaker of that spiritual language, needed to sit quietly and listen and interpret. Knowledge did not make itself known to the sable-hued woman without work. “I've seen others with tattoos. You might learn from them,” she suggested, half a smile painted on her face. She was useless with this sort of work; the scar was her forte, whereas coloring it ... while quite the fanciful idea, it was not something Eris even began to know how to do. “You might even have a willing subject to practice on,” the hybrid added, lifting her shoulders in half a shrug, offering herself over -- should the other canine be so willing.

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Enlightenment. The Sidhe didn't think she understood the true meaning of enlightenment just yet (she figured her time of true enlightenment would come with old age), but was fairly certain she came close or was coming closer to such every single day. It took her months to even keep a calmed mindset when her grandmother taught her meditative breathing and to slow her thinking down to nearly nothing at all. The dark coyote seemed intrigued to know if Alae found out the meaning to enlightenment, and on the plane of her agouti muzzle came a small grin. Perhaps saying the full term enlightenment should have been shortened to half. "I believe I'm halfway in my journey. What I do is baptiste and meditative breathing daily; baptiste is controlled stretching and breathing, and meditative to quiet my mind and soul. Both of them have brought me closer to the ultimate ideal of enlightenment." There was a heightened lilt in her voice whenever she spoke about the two, for they were what encompassed Alae Sidhe as her being. She enjoyed sharing her talent with others, for she knew with certainty that they were both life changing in the quality of life and in the outlook.


Alae had seen others with tattoos as well, and the dark coyote offered to take knowledge from those with such markings. Her indication might have led to believe there was many in this area of Nova Scotia who bore many colorful markings and patterns of tattoos and scarring, and with all due time Alae would discover as much as she could. While tebori was famous in her birth clan, Alae never really seen herself taking on a skill until she was her grandmother's age. It was the elders and the older of her birth clan who knew the skills of tebori at a certain age where they did not have offspring anymore, and it was an intriguing idea to perhaps begin learning for herself. "I'd think I'd like to, at some point. I'm not much of an artist as I'd like to be, but I'm sure simple coloring would be easy enough." Alae noted, and when the woman in secrecy noted she might have been willing to give herself in experiment with this, it was then Alae started to really think about it. "That would be a brave thing of you to hand yourself over to someone who knows little about practicing, but it doesn't seem like there's much complications to it." If she was willing to try it, then so would the Dahlian.


After several moments of silence passed, Alae tilted her head gently to the side. "I don't believe we've introduced yet. I'm Alae from Dahlia de Mai, by the way." Alae said, deciding this moment was as good as any to get the introductory aspects of conversation out of the way.


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awkward post is awkward, sorry Sad

my road to hell is surely paved

The coyote was not so blind to the world that she believed there was only one true power or strength in the world. She had walked such a path before, bowing her head and paying homage to Momoztli and his false church. There was more than one great truth to the world, and the sable-shaded woman thought she had learned that. It was with this opened mind that she listened to the paler-colored woman, regarding her curiously. Meditation? The hybrid herself was suspicious of divinity derived from spontaneity, with no particular cause, but what this woman spoke of was not power. A quieted mind and soul could be useful, Eris knew -- she lost her individuality, her entire sense of self, when she was drawn into those black pits. Perhaps it was only her own disquieted soul that drew her back up into the mortal world. Still -- there would be other uses for this skill, she knew, and she peered at the other canine curiously.

“I would be interested in such things,” the coyote said, uncertain as to how to broach the subject otherwise. Her arts were not so easily shared; she herself believed that the power of divination lived mostly in the blood, and that it was not a skill that could be so easily taught. Either one saw or one did not. Substances might be able to assist those who did not naturally have such gifts, but Eris did not think that all the quiet in the world would help those who were born blind to see. “Not sure if I am quite worthy enough, though,” the coyote added, earnestly. This seemed a journey of light -- the path to which she was bound was one doused in umbra, traversed only by night.

“I'm not so frightened of pain, but maybe we'll choose a spot that isn't so easily visible,” the sable coyote added, grinning to show her jest. She trusted that the other woman's work would be to standard -- practiced or not, Eris had no skill in adding these modifications, merely maintaining them; she thought perhaps augmenting her spiral with color would perhaps provide some sort of added clarity. “Eris Eternity, of Anathema,” the hybrid said, introducing herself with her current pack rather than the proposed one that breathed only between herself and Sirius. It hadn't even a name as of yet; there was no good sense in spoiling her surprise yet, even if it was to an outsider unlikely to interfere. “Good to make your acquaintance,” the hybrid added, intending this genuinely.

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Not awkward in the least. ^^ 512



Even in her younger years, meditation had been a hard concept to grasp. It had taken the Sidhe many moons in order to quiet her mind and stabilize her breathing to be the very flow of her movements in yoga, and her own doubt in meditation and finding enlightenment through it was at first doubtful as well. The Sidhe thought of it as almost a waste of time, for when her frustrations couldn't get her to the state she wanted at first… there was no need to continue meditation if it didn't work for her benefit. With her grandmother convincing her otherwise that such enlightenment was patient and took practice like anything else, Alae then discovered the benefits she worked so hard for. The nectar of benefits was sweet indeed, although it didn't simply take one session in order to feel this way. Like training for a battle, or learning how to shoot a bow and arrow property and on target, meditation took plenty practice as well.


A small grin crept upon the corners of her agouti muzzle as the dark coyote expressed her interest in meditation. Meditation didn't seem practiced (if at all) upon the regions of Nova Scotia, and Alae would be more than delighted to share her experiences and routines in order to help those achieve a state of mindfulness. The female also expressed her worth for such a practice, in which Alae shook her head and laughed gently. "Not sure if you're worthy enough? It is but too easy to put oneself down so quickly. Meditation and my art of baptiste will teach you to look at yourself otherwise." Many didn't give themselves the credit of attempting to let something benefit them, no matter if it was the way their temperament told them this, or something else otherwise. It gave Alae more of a reason to experiment with this coyote with meditation and baptiste, as she aspired to see the end result of it once the dark female got a taste of what she was talking about. Talk was cheap, so the sooner the exercises started, the sooner perhaps she might be clarified. "We can do this whenever you are free to, whether now or in the near future." Alae wouldn't mind going over a few routines now, just for starters.


She was more than willing to consider the idea of touching up her spiral whether it was for color or detail otherwise, and while Alae was flattered, then again she didn't think she had the proper tools on hand to do so. She too was willing to assist, but where exactly? Introducing herself as Eris Eternity of Anathema, her acquaintance sounded sincere enough. "Well Eris, would you happen to have tools of needles and colors in Anathema by any chance? Unfortunately I'm scarce on both of those…" While Alae had not yet been acquainted with Ouija D'Angelo from Anathema yet in this current time frame, Ouija knew some of the arts of tebori, which meant some necessary supplies could be of benefit for Eris and Alae both.


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Word Count :: 335 Thanks ^^


Though Alae was quick to attempt to alleviate Eris's concerns, she hadn't understood the sable woman's meaning -- of course, Eris had intended it this way. She did not intend to reveal herself as a minion of the shadow to one such as Alae, one so clearly bathed in light. Opposites or not, the sable coyote did not doubt the power found in the other canine's methods, and she intended to appropriate that ability if possible. It was, of course, a question of being permitted. Alae might not be so quick to reveal her secrets, knowing Eris served no gods and walked a path shrouded in night.

“I would appreciate whatever instruction you might give, and I've nothing in particular calling my attention right now,” she offered, allowing for the other canine to decide whether to immediately proceed with lessons or instead delay for another day. “I haven't any needles or colors, though,” the coyote said, frowning. “I wouldn't know where to begin looking for such things,” she admitted, the faintest hint of defensiveness in her posture at this comment -- her ears flicked backward, then quickly forward again. “Maybe one of us will come across them,” she ventured, pondering where she might acquire such tools.


“For now, though, meditation and this baptiste would be interesting to see.” There was no demand in the coyote's voice; she would not pressure or push the Dahlian to share knowledge -- harshness was not the way to win over friends, and while the sable-shaded woman possessed a rather wide cruel streak, she was not quite so bull-headed as to scoff at gifts offered freely. She was not in a position to do so, anyway -- the sable hybrid had little of her own to offer back in turn to Alae, and she was relieved the tawny Dahlian had yet to inquire about her own dues. Perhaps Eris had encountered one of those fabled givers, those who simply gave and gave without asking for a single thing in return.

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Sorry for my delay, been caught up in life. D: 300



Delighted to know there was time to spare for a quick bout of meditation, it was easy for Alae to easily slip into the frequency of sharing a new spiritual horizon with a newfound individual. Meditation was flexible in itself to be performed practically anywhere with serenity involved, and since Nature was at the feet of Luperci, the very place they were standing now would suit fine. Alae would recap a small lesson, unknowing if the dark coyote had other business to attend to later in the course of the day, but didn't want her to leave wondering what it was. Gracefully the Sidhe fell to where she sat cross legged, and motioned for the woman to do the same. The idea of needles and colors for the tebori and tattoos were quickly discarded in their conversation, as Alae was more excited now to get on the start of teaching Eris her basic meditative poses.


Once Eris decided to mimic Alae's motion of sitting cross-legged when she did, Alae shifted to get comfortable and to keep her spine rigid. "It's important before every meditation to keep your spine tall. Push your shoulders back, and your heart will thrust forward in openness." Alae meant heart as Eris' chest, for when one slumped over, their chest and heart were much concealed from the rest of the world. Slipping her sky blue gaze closed, Alae already began steadying her breath into a soft, flowing rhythm. "Close your eyes. Focus on nothing but your breath. There is no rhyme or reason to breathe harshly or too slow. Let your breath just breathe on its own rhythm. Concentrate on just this rhythm alone; feel how your instinct guides this without your rule." Alae softly murmured, giving silence thereafter to let Eris bask in her exploration of monitoring her breath as it came and went, naturally.


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