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Three weeks for Dreamwidth.

Question 20: What is something that you believe that most other people don't? Why do you believe that?

Uh. Wow, I mean. I think most of my beliefs are pretty commonplace? Without getting into like, politics or anything.

I guess the one that's sort of uncommon among the circles I run in is that I do believe in a higher order to things, whether that's a higher power or that we all live in a simulation or whatever you want to (personally) believe. Parts of the universe are too neat and tidy to be a coincidence.

People are constantly surprised when I tell them that it was a grad-level class in semiconductor physics that made me believe that, but, well, yeah. There you go?

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Work is...yeah.

We've changed up our process so I've gone from having very large amounts of "sit around anxiously doing nothing and feeling guilty about it" to "I have no time to stop moving in a ten-hour shift". My body will recover eventually, I'm sure? (I am not sure, ha, but I will cope somehow.)

It's...definitely better than bored and anxious waiting, but also: ugh.

cosmolinguist

According to this, and a new book I maybe have to read now, a gay pioneer in the UK was blind.

In 1960, seven years before the law in the UK changed to permit sex between men, he had written to the national press declaring himself to be gay. Roger believed that the only way to change public opinion about homosexuals was for them to take control of the gay rights movement – and this required them to unashamedly identify themselves on the national stage. But nobody else had been willing to do it.

It's because of his blindness that this person had to come in to his life: an Oxford student, also gay, who could be trusted to read his papers and write and generally be a kind of personal assistant.

To gay when it was illegal, and then to be blind, required a lot of access intimacy when everything was still on paper.

The article ends:

In the years since, it has often led me to wonder how many other quiet revolutionaries live among us, ready to share their stories, if only we knock on their doors.

So many. I'm sure of it.

xeena

Having one masterpost for the entire year's worth of icons is becoming cluttered, so I decided to make a post every month and post everything I make during that month there instead.

( MAY )

hafnia

Another three weeks post. I'm behind, of course, but that's because work has gotten intense and is likely to stay such for the time being, which is...fine...

(RIP having social time, honestly; I get home late enough that it's like, "ah, yay, I can...nope, everyone's already settled in for the night".)

Question 15: What is your opinion on social media?

That most of it is pretty terrible? I don't trust anything algorithmic; creators of different sites realized a long time ago that things that get engagement are also the things that enrage us, and I'd rather not have my emotions manipulated, thank you.

Question 16: What is something that you like that your parents do?

Oh, God. This is a question for people who had good parents, isn't it? Ha. Um.

When I was little, my dad used to sit me down for impromptu music appreciation lessons. I can still remember him putting on different old records and such and explaining what the lyrics of the songs meant and why they were important to him. A lot of my love for music started with my dad walking me through e.g. the best of Simon and Garfunkel, and I'm still grateful for that.

Question 17: When are you most productive, and why?

Mid-morning, because I am appropriately caffeinated, thank you.

Question 18: What piece of art has had a large impact on you, and how?

I mean I suppose it depends on how you define art. Are we talking visual art? Music? Poetry?

(Not to be difficult, but: precision in language!)

I'm going to guess that the intention is to talk about visual art, so!

Paintings that live rent-free in my head:

Las Meninas, by Velasquez, because it was one of the first times that someone walked me through the composition of a painting and helped me understand why it is A) regarded as a masterpiece, and B) why it's such a complex work of art/so hard to classify.

Ocean Park #67, by Richard Diebenkorn, because I saw it when I went to SF MOMA by myself ten(!) years ago, and was struck by how lovely it (and other paintings in the series) were, and how it made me realize that actually yes I do like abstract art. (I later ended up reading up on Diebenkorn and his own inspiration by Matisse, and actually attending that exhibit as well — it was well-done and really made me think differently about some of my own work and whether or not it's 'derivative'.)

Wanderer above the Sea of Fog, by Caspar David Friedrich, not for any particular reason except I like it (surprising absolutely no one, I like the art of the Romantic period quite a bit...), and I have inadvertently found myself taking many photos of Maximo that end up with him in more or less this pose. (Genuinely, there's a photo I took when we went to Olympic National Park in 2019 that's him standing on the edge of Hurricane Ridge and peering down into the fog that always makes me laugh when I see it, because between the two of us, oops, we accidentally recreated this painting.)

Question 19: How would you spend $1,000 to give the most happiness to the most number of people possible?

I mean...how do we define happiness?

(Take your time; I'll wait.)

Truly, ah — I think I would do whatever I do whenever I have a bit of extra money, which is donate it to one of three local places:

-Outside In (they provide medical care for homeless youth and other marginalized people in the PDX area, including operating a safe needle exchange, providing gender-affirming care, and helping with addiction/chemical dependency — they are extremely compassionate and not judgmental)
-the local food bank (I know the people who run it; $1k would go a long way, and they do good work in the community ensuring that everyone has enough to eat)
-the local humane society (it's where we've gotten all of our cats from; they're well-run and they also provide low/no-cost vet care for people in need)

Genuinely, I don't think there is one one-size-fits-all answer for this. There's no wrong way to answer. Maybe it's that you go "fuck it" and throw a pizza party for your local elementary school, or buy a ton of rubber ducks and organizer a scavenger hunt for your community, or donate it to your local library or something...

...but I'm old and staid and boring, and I think that e.g. Outside In would do more good with it than I could, and I'm fine with that.

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A little bit of non-three-weeks stuff:

I made a joke yesterday about how I "did it right" — I took all the writing classes in college, participated in and organized multiple writing workshops, did editing professionally, have spent years "honing my craft"...and now all I use it for is writing explicit fanfic, because truly, that is the best use of my skill.

"Is it good? Well, the intended audience of three whole people liked it, so it succeeds at what it set out to do, ergo, it is Good."

Anyway, I joked about this, and it resulted in one of my friends going, "yes, but when are you going to query something, because I want to read whatever spec fic you write". (Paraphrased, but — yes.)

Made me realize that I don't remember the last time I thought about traditional publishing? Like, oh yeah, at one point I very much wanted to do that, but that "at one point" was literally fifteen-odd years ago, and I just...

At one point I think I wanted to write and get something published mostly to prove that I could. I don't know that I necessarily had anything original to say or a story that I felt had to be told; it was mostly, "well, this is the logical next step in Proving Myself", back when existence felt like a slog that had to be justified.

Now it's like — I guess I could do that?

Mostly it's like, "oh, I think this was meant as you telling me that you like my storytelling" (they're familiar with it through tabletop, mostly) "and you would like to enjoy more of it". Which is a nice feeling, truly.

There are some parts of tabletop stuff that are wholly original and which might be nice worldbuilding pieces for a book one day — but one thing at a time, of course, need to finish campaigns first and start in on new stuff before I can begin looking at threads of old stuff and going, "okay, I know I want to play in this world, where do I start?" Mostly thinking about, well — I laughed earlier today when I realized that I have accidentally created a proper naming convention for how elven nicknames work in certain parts of the world, along with reasoning for why certain people have nicknames that follow those conventions while others don't.

(It's all very silly and setting-specific, but it has to do with levels of formality in elven society, how marriage and such is approached when you live A REALLY LONG TIME, and class and status. This is the sort of thing I find myself thinking about quite a lot, and, welp.)

cosmolinguist

It's ME Awareness Day, and my train is running 39 minutes late last I heard, so I took the opportunity to finally read this piece in a tab I've had open so long I cannot remember where it came from. It's a really incredible read about chronic illness and narratives as necessary for access to care, and what hearing from ill people does to those in a position to offer care.

( long quotes, from a much longer article )

cosmolinguist

I had a dream that I missed my train to London today and it was fine.

Almost disappointed to wake up with my alarm, in plenty of time.

I was briefly tempted to just stay in bed...

Now, on my train back to Manchester 12 hours later, with two hours left to go before I get home, I can say with certainty that I could've stayed home and it would have been fine.

cosmolinguist

I talked to my parents last night (a Friday instead of a Sunday since they've got plans this weekend).

My dad mentioned the new pope. My parents both said approvingly that he's "pretty progressive, pretty similar to Francis." Which was a big change after the previous 24 hours of social media being all shitposts and "uh guys did you know this guy sucks and actually the catholic church is problematic, can't believe no one has mentioned this yet."

My dad mentioned something the new guy has said, I just got a garbled version from my dad but I think it was something about him saying it's not his place to judge humans that God has created to be gay. Regardless of the accuracy or veracity of that, it was something my parents were repeating approvingly, which feels like a very big deal to me.

On the topic of same-sex marriages, my dad said "I see these pictures of people and...they just look so happy. If they want to get a piece of paper, fine!"

"And it isn't hurting anyone else!" my mom chimed in. It's true! (In a few weeks my parents' mixed-sex marriage will have existed for fifty-three years. Unbothered by the existence of gay marriage for like the last 15 or whatever of those years.)

Then my mom said "And those homosexual..." but she kinda swallowed the word like she was thinking wait, that's not the right one, then she said "lesbian" in a way I thought might be about disgust but I later realized was more "trying to carefully say a new foreign word" but then she still struggled to get her sentence out and then my dad had sufficient context clues to say "Do you mean trans gender?" And again it was definitely a new word, with a big space between the two parts like it was foreign (reminded me of those people who hyphenated "bi-sexual" for such a long time) and I had time for just a moment of oh, here we go... dread before they went on to say something I can't remember word-for-word but basically, they're being told trans women are too manly to play sports but also not manly enough to serve in the military, and they're not having it.

Even my parents can see that transphobia doesn't have any internal logic.

It was a stressful call for other reasons, and I had a huge headache by the time it was done, but I hung on to my dad saying "They just look so happy" about queer couples getting married. It warmed my heart. As did the fact that, even not knowing the words for trans people, they know that you can't decide they're whatever gender allows them to be punished the most.

Telling the others about this afterward, I mentioned that I remembered, by chance, being at my parents' when the Obergefell ruling came down legalizing marriage across the U.S. and watching TV news with my dad, with some of those photos of beaming newly-married couples. I remember my dad saying something similar then (I know I wrote about it here, but search doesn't seem to be working for me right now sadly), about how happy the people looked.

D sent me a link to a song, "City Hall" by Vienna Tang saying it's his "favorite 'queer people being happy about getting married' song." I wasn't familiar with it, but just reading the lyrics gave me goosebumps.

Ten years waiting for this moment of fate
When we say the words and sign our names
If they take it away again someday
This beautiful thing won't change

The annotation on that Genius link for those last two lines says

Those who were married at the City Hall in 2004 knew that their right to do so remained in jeopardy– and unfortunately, it was in fact taken away; in August of the same year, the state courts ruled against the city and voided all licenses it had issued to same-sex couples.

I remember those times, I remember people driving sometimes across the country, people who'd been together for decades sometimes. People lining up at night to be ready when a city or state or federal law was about to come into force. The eagerness and the desperation. And all the businesses and volunteers that gave them food, drinks, treats, people wanting to do whatever they could to support this, to celebrate, to whatever limited extent felt possible.

It feels so long ago now and it really wasn't. And I remember the first time Trump was elected hearing Lib Dem friends, who treated U.S. politics like a series they were binging, blithely talk about Obergefell being overturned. Nothing can be taken for granted.

But it's still there. And my mom is saying it isn't taking anything away from anyone else. The world really has moved on. I have hope.

cosmolinguist

"Any thoughts about dinner?" D texted me, a usual question at the usual time (quarter past six or so). I was in the unusal location of sitting outside the Corn Exchange, in the sunshine, having an after-work drink with a friend I'd met in town. We do this every month or so. We'd actually both surprised ourselves by how much work we'd gotten done, after what has been a stressful, high-pressure week for us both.

She said it would be just one drink after work. She had plans this evening.

That's fine! I worry I'm a bad influence, because I always go along with this, she always diligently checks her train and plans to get the one that's at 5:29 or something like that.

I don't think it's happened in the three or four times we've done this. It definitely didn't today. As you can tell when I was still there at a quarter past six.

"Afraid not," I texted back to D. "I've had three beers."

Or so I meant to say. It's only after I saw his replies -- "Bad three beers!" "You should good three beers!" -- that I noticed I hadn't said that at all.

Autocorrect had helpfully ensured that I had indeed said I've bad three beers.

hafnia

Three Weeks for Dreamwidth, day 14!

Question 14: Which smell(s) always brings back some type of memory, and what kinds?

Scent is the strongest sense tied to memory, and that's certainly true for me. There's a lot of specific smells that bring up specific stuff for me; most are pleasant. Some of the ones that are a bit easier to write about:

-The way that tomato plants smell reminds me of my granddad and summers helping him in the garden when I was in elementary/middle school and staying with my grandparents. We'd work together quietly, usually me just following him around without doing much of anything important (he was very particular about who was allowed to work around his plants, ha), not talking about anything but glad to be there in the moment.

-The scent of violets brings me back to when I was very, very small (4 or 5?) and we lived in a house that had a front yard that had been overrun by them. The yard was completely fenced and we lived in a very quiet neighborhood, so I was allowed to play on my own outside so long as I would come in when called by my dad. I would know spring had come when the violets bloomed, and I would lie down on the grass of the hill that the house was built on and bury my face in them. It was sort of — mm. A lot of my childhood is full of memories of being anxious and feeling somehow Wrong or that something was about to Go Wrong, but the hill with violets was something that I loved and always looked forward to once it bloomed, even after I was older and had things like homework, etc, to worry about (and so couldn't just go lie down in the violets every afternoon). The memory is one of profound peace and a sort of quiet, indirect happiness: that spring was back and everything would be all right again, because summer was coming and I'd get to spend my days outside.

-There's a certain combination of smells (chalk, crayons, markers and some kind of floor polish) that reminds me of being in kindergarten — like, specifically kindergarten, not any other point in school. I liked kindergarten, so it's a nice thing to be reminded. Sometimes the fab I work in smells like warm crayons (people doing paraffin sealing), and I'm thrown right back to that point in time.

hafnia

Three weeks for Dreamwidth, days 12 and 13 since I was too exhausted to do it yesterday.

Question 12: What is something that you absolutely will not put up with, and why?

I mean, beyond the obvious? (e.g. "people who are queerphobic", etc)

People who don't respect my time.

An example of this is — I tried to explain to someone at one point that I was DMing a D&D session and as such I wasn't free to talk, that I would get back to them post-session. Their response to that was to get annoyed at me because it's "just" D&D, and clearly what they needed to talk to me about was more important.

It was not a life-or-death situation or even any kind of emergency — it was work-related.

So, you know.

I did talk to them later about the fact that just because it was a 'fun' thing didn't mean that it wasn't important to me (QUITE THE OPPOSITE), and they got huffy about it, so.

Respect my time, dangit!

Question 13: What do you think is the most useful skill to know? Is it one that you know, or if not, hope to learn?

I don't think there is one universally applicable, "one size fits all, this is the most useful" sort of skill, but I will say that the ability to set and hold healthy boundaries (and not what the internet thinks boundaries are, ye gods the weaponization of therapy-speak drives me up the wall) is good and helps in forming healthy relationships.

cosmolinguist

An online pal posted this, later dismissed it as drunk thoughts, but I love it and as LGBT staff network co-chair I wanna run this at work.

workshop specifically for cis people to “discover their gender”

workshop consists of reflections on questions such as:

how would you describe your gender?
what makes you feel that way?
what attributes are prescribed to your gender, and how do you (or do you not) align with those?
how about those around you?
how do others perceive your gender?
how would you change how others perceive your gender?

everyone knows trans people exist but they consider their gender separately to trans people and innate to themselves. put a stop to it.

hafnia

Three Weeks for Dreamwidth, Day 11.

Question 11: Have you ever been at an event that you think will one day be in history books, and if so, what?

Um...I have, actually, in the sense that I believe it's in history books now? Which is weird, but, you know.

For US friends, do you remember 2008 and specifically the California ballot proposition, Proposition 8?

Yeah, so. For people that don't remember, because it has been literally seventeen years holy fuck, it was a ballot proposition that defined marriage as being between a man and a woman (barf).

The actual legal case and such is interesting, including how it was eventually overturned, but the key piece here is that the LDS Church was incredibly involved in the fight to get Prop 8 passed. (They eventually got exposed for their involvement, because among other things they underreported how much money they had donated, etc — but there were a lot of volunteer hours and such that were part of it, with the church leaning hard on people to vote "yes" on 8...)

When the involvement of the church came out, it was A Big Fucking Deal in Utah. Like, the whole thing was so blatantly wrong, people flipped out, and — there were a lot of protests. It was what was necessary to kickstart some grassroots movements in the city with respect to queer marriage.

Anyway, I went to a bunch of those protests, some of which have since been written about.

I wasn't an organizer or anything (though friends were), but standing up and going was a big fucking deal.

(I vaguely remember my family being annoyed at me for going, because "are you trying to draw attention to yourself? You're going to make everyone think you're queer!" — this is part of why I didn't actually come out to my family until I was in my 30s and already married to a guy, because yeah, nah, let's not open that can of worms.)

cosmolinguist

21 MPs sign motion in support of trans rights to mark start of Trans+ History Week

Here's to good trans futures. And trans presents, for that matter.

hafnia

Three Weeks for Dreamwidth, day 10!

Question 10: What do you find extremely difficult that most people find simple? Conversely, what do you find easy that most people find difficult or impossible?

Um. Ha. What do I find difficult? TELLING MY RIGHT FROM MY LEFT. Ahem. Honestly, okay, that's gotten better over time, I guess? Parallel parking comes immediately to mind. I learned to drive in a '72 Volkswagen Beetle, and that was great for a lot of things, but "learning how to properly parallel park" was not one of those things. I still absolutely hate it. Fortunately I live in a town where it's more or less a nonissue: there is parallel parking, but there's plenty of non-parallel parking, and I'm limited to having to parallel park maybe a couple of times a year? So that's nice, anyway.

(If I lived in Portland or the like, I swear, I would just take TriMet everywhere. IT'S WHAT I DID IN UTAH.)

The flip side of this question is weird mostly because I have no idea how to answer it...?

If put on the spot, I supposed two things come to mind:

1). Small talk. It's — I don't think of it as being a skill per se, but considering how many people I've had tell me that I'm good at it, I'm comfortable going, "eh, it counts." I am, apparently, really good at it! I don't understand, honestly, because it's just — this is what you do, right? — but yeah, I like talking to strangers and I don't find it particularly difficult or weird. Which is, uh, apparently weird on its own.

Mostly this translates to being really good at networking, but part of that is "be absolutely shameless", so I dunno.

2). Improvisational storytelling. I feel like this is also a big "what?" until you realize:

Tabletop. I'm talking about tabletop.

At one point I wanted to do an MA in Folklore mostly because I was fascinated by oral storytelling tradition. Part of that, uh, particular special interest was a big focus on learning how to tell a good story, not through writing. Part of good storytelling is being able to pick up on whether or not your audience is engaged, and being able to think quickly on your feet and change pacing, story elements, etc if they're not.

Some people have a really difficult time with this. I don't. Improv in particular is something that comes easily to me; again, I'm not really sure if this is "something I'm good at" (I feel like I'm still working on it), but it feels natural to me in a way that I have been assured it does not for many.

cosmolinguist

Stayed in bed until 11, got a badly-needed haircut, ate Lebanese takeout, snuggled up on the sofa with D and a couple beers and some snacks and watched the Twins actually win a game!

What a good Sunday. Best part is I didn't have to talk to my parents, I got that out of the way yesterday since they were going to be busy today.

hafnia

Three weeks for Dreamwidth, day 9!

Question 9: What are some of your favorite things? Make a top-five list for any topic and explain why you love them. If you want to make a long reply, you can post it in your own blog and reply here with a link to it.

I actually want to flip this on its head a bit — there've been various and sundry memes going about that are like, "ask me for my top 5 [thing goes here]", and I want to approach it more like that. So!

1). Comment asking me what my top 5 [whatever] are. I'll reply with what it is, and edit this post to include a link to the question and my comment.

2). Whatever you ask, please know that I'm going to ask for your top 5 as well. :)

Have at :D

(Should probably note here that there's probably stuff that I don't have a "top 5" for because I'm just not into it. That's fine, but that's going to be the answer — please note I'll also accept it as an answer from you, too. :D )

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Favorite ttrpgs, flowers, mythical creatures
Top 5 songs (OF THE MOMENT, I literally could not pick otherwise)
Top 5 foods (good glob it's dull)
Top 5 chemical elements
Top 5 NPCs I've played (more on THIS later)

cosmolinguist

With bank holidays and various other shenanigans, there's hardly any trans gym at all this month.

So this morning, a pal and I took matters into our own hands: we went to the local gym.

This led to me yesterday looking at how expensive the gym sessions are, considering I can have a discounted monthly membership as a crip, and -- after much app inaccessibility! -- signing up to that. To get the discount I need to use the name on my disability documents. So it's still not a deadname, but a crip name.

It's the gym I used to go to when I lived across the road from it, but I haven't been since before covid so some things are different: I used to have a membership card with a bar code to scan and now I have to use the goddam app for everything, now I am much more confident in what exercises to do and how to do them.

It was still intimidating, and it was good to have a buddy there -- they're autistic and were also apprehensive, but we helped overcome each other's barriers and we were both very happy to have the company.

Another guy was really helpful when I couldn't adjust a bench to what I needed, called me "bro" or "mate" or something a couple of times which I thought was really nice. Something else that hasn't was the way young men congregate around the weights and machines, it's one reason I never used to go near them. But I had to today, and I had way better form than the guy doing bicep curls next to me like he was in a movie, heh. Everyone goes so fast! And they let the weights clank so loud every time (which is not just annoying but makes the exercise less effective)!

This gym has the same brand of dumbbells as the place we have lift club, and the weights are matte black with the numbers on them in shiny black. I can hardly see them at the best of times; I rely heavily on them being neatly organized at trans gym. Which of course they were not here with a bunch of young guys. So I'm glad I had someone to spot the dumbbells I needed (and they were even next to each other!).

I've now found the machines that do the exercises I am used to, so that feels good. I'm mostly used to adjusting the machines now (the leg press very noisily! oops). And I've learned a little warmup routine from my pal, who's done some work privately with our trans gym trainer, which relieves another big source of stress: I do a lot better when I have some structure.

It was a mentally tiring morning as much as physically tiring! But good. And it should be easier the next time I go back.

hafnia

Three weeks for Dreamwidth, day 8!

Question 8: When you want to escape from everyone, where do you go, and how does that help?

With just Max and I in the house, my options are pretty expansive. If I go upstairs and say "don't bother me", he doesn't follow me. If I go into the living room and say that I'm lying down because I need to decompress, ditto.

Mostly, if the weather is fine (read: if it's not fucking freezing), I go out to the back porch and hang out on the patio furniture we have out there. I do a lot of reading out there. It's quiet, close enough that if Max needs something he can yell, and...well, yeah, it's just us.

Should probably note here that I don't seek out alone time all that often — I'm alone a lot at work, minus brief (1-2 minute interactions) with other people, so I don't feel a need to "escape from everyone" all that often. :)

Escape-escape usually looks like something that involves Maximo, and means going somewhere outdoors, usually the coast.

cosmolinguist

I read every Cybertruck takedown I find, and this is easily the best.

Tesla’s baking sheet on wheels rides fast in the recall lane toward a dead end where dysfunctional men gather.

That's practically a Springsteen lyric level of vivid poetry.

But the article is really the best because it's written by an indigenous person.

Cybertrucks are sold on tribal land, but they are not in spaces that Native people, or any real truck people, go. They are simply taking our space.

My Indigenous upbringing taught me to give back to this land, which belongs to my ancestors. That value is real and spiritual for me; I remember where I came from. But these cyber-things are made of rare minerals extracted from the land. They give nothing back, only take.

It's also just a love letter to trucks in general (as a friend said, "fuck I have never seen my deep-seated 'little girl in pigtails and a tutu who wants to drive their grandparents' giant F150 that brings back incredible antiques from auctions' articulated so well...." For me, so many chores were done with my dad's and grandpa's pickups, and my first time steering a car was my grandpa putting me on his lap and letting me take the steering wheel when I'd have otherwise been too small to reach it).

I walked [my niece] in her stroller to take in the colors and sounds of classic rides. These trucks are an inheritance for people; they are works of art. Nevaeh, now 9 months old, grins when I seat her behind a white leather steering wheel in a finely crafted truck assembled 50 years earlier. “That’s something you’ve never seen before!” Marco, the truck’s owner, says, smiling at Nevaeh’s focus as a smooth bass drops on the radio.

When we leave and I return her to the car seat, I tell her that she can have her own truck one day to drive and haul things and bond with people she loves.

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