1 Package any pudding-in-the mix chocolate fudge cake mix
1/2 cup very tiny chocolate chips
Preheat overn to 350 degrees farenheit. Grease the bundt pan, or spray with Pam. Follow directions on the box of cake mix, but increase eggs to 3. After batter is well mixed, add chocolate chips. They must be very small. You may chop regular chocolate chips if you can't find the tiny ones.
Bake cake according to package directions. While cake is baking, make icing.
1 1/2 cups confectioners sugar
3 T milk (more if icing appears too thick)
2-3 drops green food coloring
When cake is done, remove it from the pan and allow it to cool completely. When cake is cool, drizzle with icing so it runs down the sides.
Consider the raisin and the peach. The peach is beautiful in appearance, full of fresh juice, just recently torn from its stem…yet easily bruised. Its savor is both tart and sweet.
The raisin has passed through that stage of its existence already. It was, at one time, ripe upon the stem, but was torn away and left to wither in the sun. Its appearance changed, and it became unrecognizable….brown and wrinkled…yet all that it contained was refined, and made even sweeter. It is hard to damage a raisin, because it has grown a thicker skin.
So, too, are we, in our youth and in our age.
I have a 97 year old client with the most beautiful smile. Her face glows, and her mouth opens wide and you can see that half of her teeth are missing….but you would do anything to make her smile.
The other day, she said to me, “It is like heaven when you are here.” That was such a lovely thing to say.
I thought to myself, at the time….well…I am blonde and my hair curls in ringlets, so I probably look at little bit like some old painting she has seen of an angel, and that makes her think of heaven.
And then I began to think of how we can all create heaven on earth…for a few moments….for an hour or a day….for someone else. BE the angel. BE the one who fulfills their needs…who amazes them with unexpected help…who is there when no one else will be.
BE the hand of God. BE the angel.
How can you possibly know when God is present?
That’s easy. When you feel a sense of overwhelming love, He is there.
When your eyes fill with tears and your throat tightens because the beauty and the love are almost too great to bear, He is there.
When you finally meet Him, His face will be so dear and familiar….because you have always known Him. He is your love.
Among the many strange and wonderful things I have experienced, there is one phenomenon which is eerily odd.
When I am hashing over a problem or any issue at all, I will often wake up the following morning with a song playing in my head. 98% of the time, I do not know the words to the song. I might know one line….or the refrain.
Always curious about the song my head is playing for me, I will google it by typing the one line that I know, or the refrain, and discover that the complete lyrics apply to whatever I am experiencing at that time….and the lyrics are usually loving and uplifting.
I was talking to a cousin of mine about three weeks ago. Just out of the blue, she began to speak of that same phenomenon. Whatever this phenomenon is, it runs in families.
I have given some thought to what might cause it. Is it the right brain? Does the subconscious mind remember the words to a song we may have only heard once or twice in our lives, and, knowing the lyrics are appropriate, brings forth the accompanying music to the sleeping mind?
Or does God sing to us while we sleep?
I developed this recipe because I have a friend with a warped sense of humor. He knows I hate canned peas with a passion, so when he comes over to visit he usually brings me a can.
I decided not to waste the peas. I knew there must be some way to remove the disgusting taste, so I researched methods.
Naturally, because I had no idea how this soup would turn out, I made a huge pot.
(You need a good blender to make this recipe).
3 cans of green peas, drained
1 can of sliced carrots, drained
1 large onion, diced
1 T oil
2 small purple top turnips, peeled and diced
2 small stalks of celery with plenty of leaves
1 maple cured ham steak, diced small
1/3 cup real bacon bits
2 1/2 T lemon juice
2 tsp summer savory
2 tsp sugar
1 tsp salt
¼ tsp or more fresh ground black pepper
1 (24 oz) carton organic chicken broth
1 cup water
Prepare diced vegetables, turnips first. Bring a small pot of water to boil while dicing. When water boils, add diced turnips and cook until tender, then drain.
Bring a large pot of water to boil. Add drained canned vegetables to the large pot water and blanch for 3 minutes. Drain off all the water, and place vegetables in a large bowl.
Saute onion in oil. Add all vegetables to the large bowl. Add all remaining ingredients except the ham, bacon, chicken broth and water to the bowl, and toss well.
A bit at a time, add chicken broth to your blender, and fill with vegetables. Puree.
Remove puree to the large pot you used earlier for blanching vegetables. When all the puree is in the pot, add remaining chicken broth and water, ham, and bacon bits.
Cook over low heat for about 20 minutes after the mixture begins to bubble, stirring as needed. I was actually very surprised at how well this turned out. It did not taste like canned peas at all.
Serves 8 to 10
There are times when I am overwhelmed by indignation. Blue Cross Health Insurance of Tennessee has definitely brought me to that point.
I have a friend who has what is laughably called health insurance through her husband’s employer. She needs brain surgery, and Blue Cross of Tennessee has decided to obstruct the surgery by refusing to pay for a procedure she needs before she can have the surgery.
Imagine this situation, if you will. My friend began to experience vertigo more and more frequently. After seeing a series of specialists, a cat scan of her skull revealed that the bone behind her inner ear had either disintegrated, or broken. Her brain had literally slid through the hole in her skull, and was resting against her inner ear, causing her to be constantly dizzy. She needs to have the wall of her skull reconstructed, so the doctors can return her brain in its entirety to her skull.
Things would have been simple if she could have just gotten the brain surgery done. However, her blood pressure was extremely low and the doctors determined that she would not have enough blood supply to the brain during the surgery. They tested her heart, but the problem was not with her heart.
Doctors now believe that she may have a blockage obstructing an artery in her neck….and Blue Cross of Tennessee has decided to dig in their heels at this point, and they are refusing to pay for the tests to see if she has a blockage in her neck.
Everything has come to a screeching halt because of this delightful company, who have decided amongst themselves that my friends brain surgery can wait forever….because they want to save the cost of an MRI and the surgery needed to remove the obstruction in her neck.
Health insurance provided by an employer is NOT free. Employees pay a good amount of money for it. One begins to wonder why.
My friend cannot afford to pay for these things herself. She is out of work, and her husband's job is seasonal. Right now, their family is receiving food assistance through our church.
Will her brain become damaged, uncontained inside her skull? Who knows? The attitude of Blue Cross of Tennessee is, “Who knows and who cares?”
Minds are like taste buds…they are all so different, and every palate is different. It is very difficult for me to understand people who don’t like onions and garlic and spicy food….and it is very difficult for them to understand how my taste buds got so burned up.
Minds can be closed or open. An open mind is willing to accept all ideas as having possible validity. There are those who are so politically correct they actively fear rejecting any idea whatsoever. A closed mind has its own set of pre-conceived ideas and is unwilling to consider anything else; the closed mind fears being open.
There is a third possible state of mind…..the mind in flux. The mind in flux is willing to consider all ideas and allow each one a measure of respect….but is guided by its own sense of what is real and what is unreal, what it perceives as good and bad, and what is right for that particular mind and what is not. The mind in flux uses judgment to determine its own values and world view.
The mind in flux is creative. It defines, and yet allows for change and correction, because this mind is aware that it cannot, nor will it ever, know everything….and may need to revise at any moment. This type of mind grows…changes…evolves.
Whatever type of mind you have….keep that in mind.
2 1/2 lbs potatoes
1 slice maple cured ham about 3/8" thick
1 small bunch of green onions (scallions)
3/4 of a 1/2 gallon container of whole milk
1/2 teaspoon summer savory
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1 Tablespoon real bacon bits
Peel potatoes and cut them into 1/2" cubes. Boil them just until tender, then drain. Return them to your soup pot, and add milk. Turn heat on medium low. Cut ham into small dice, about 1/4" or less. Slice green onions.
Add all remaining ingredients to the soup pot, and cook and stir occasionally just until the milk begins to bubble.
Garnish with bacon bits before serving.
What happened? How did we get sent to this weird, wild place where bad things can happen at any time to good people and bad people alike, with no seeming rhyme or reason?
I like to think of it this way….we were alive before we came here….children of God…but immature. I am not accusing anyone of being a brat….or suggesting that they needed to grow up….but I have my suspicions. :)
So God came up with a plan to teach us all the unique lessons each one of us needs to learn. Here, random things happen. Accidents happen. Weather and geological events happen. Things also happen which we engineer ourselves. God puts us in the time and place where we can learn the most….and He helps us only when we ask, and when He can see that it would be to our ultimate benefit. He threw us into the school of hard knocks. Yes, it was quite deliberate, and it was seriously tough love. Everyone sent to this school was literally sentenced to death….but only so that they could live again into eternity….as new, improved beings.
It makes me laugh a little bit….not in a bad way…. when people become so shocked when something bad happens. There is so much naivety in that attitude. This world is not supposed to be easy. Why send someone to kindergarten when they need their Master’s degree?
The whole point of us being here is so that we can learn, and improve ourselves in whatever time we are given. We must die…and that will be our graduation day….the day we are allowed to finally return home….and receive our grade….from the greatest teacher in the universe. In the meantime….hold onto your hats! It’s a wild ride.
Easter is coming around again. This time of year has so many multi-la
Of course, as everyone knows, the eggs are a symbol of rebirth, and the bunny is a symbol of fertility.
In the oldest sense, Easter is a time of renewal. Spring has begun, and the earth will warm. Flowers will poke up through the soil, and we will remember that winter is not forever. The sun will shine more often, and just like Punxsutawny Phil, the groundhog, we too will poke out our noses.
This time of year is when our Lord Jesus Christ died, and on the third day rose again from the dead. That is really the ultimate meaning of Easter….that He was able to rise again….and through His Atonement and ours, so will we. All who accept Him as their Lord and Savior will be reborn, through Him. Our long winter will end forever.
1/4 lb butter
several sprigs of fresh rosemary, leaves removed and lightly crushed.
8 new red potatoes, cut in quarters
Salt and pepper to taste
Melt the butter in a large frying pan, and add the rosemary. Allow the melted butter and rosemary to sit and flavors to blend. Bring a large pot of water to boil, and add the potatoes. Cook until tender, about 15 minutes. When potatoes are cooked, drain off the water.
Turn on low heat under the butter mixture and add the potatoes. Saute for 10 to 15 minutes, just until edges of potatoes begin to look a bit crisp and brown.
Yesterday I decided to drive home from work a different way. I am not sure why, but I suddenly wanted to discover the shortcut I had once been shown. I didn’t find it. My GPS took over, and I ended up on a long, winding, wooded road.
Suddenly, out from the trees and marshlands on the side of the road, a little dog jumped out into the street, and sat down in the middle of the road. She was a bulldog mixture…with a face more like a Boston Terrier than a bulldog. I could see that she had no collar, and she was shaking like a leaf.
I opened my car door and called her over. She came right away, and then I asked her if she wanted to get in the car, and she hopped right into my car. She sat in the passenger seat, shaking with the cold and fear.
I drove directly to the animal shelter, but they were closed. On the way there I had passed a veterinarian, and I went in and told them what had happened. They said that they could scan the dog for a microchip, so I went out and got the dog, and they scanned her. The microchip had never been registered with any owner information. I asked the vet if they could board the dog for me overnight until the animal shelter opened, and they could not, because they did not have her shot record. All I could do for the dog there was to buy her a collar and a leash. The veterinary assistants picked out some wild hippie flowered looking combination….and told me the dog was “stylin”.
I should mention that the dog was an absolute love-bug. She wanted to sit in my lap at the vet's office, and wanted to be hugged....and tried to give me lots of kisses. I decided to call her "Boo-Boo" because she had made such a boo-boo when she ran away from her home. She adored the name....wagged her broken little tail like crazy whenever I called her that.
At that point I didn’t know what to do. I could not bring an animal to my apartment without first filling out lots of paperwork, getting two friends to be my guarantor for the animal, photographing the animal, and paying a $200.00 deposit.
Once again, I found myself driving down Rte. 3 with a homeless animal in my vehicle. I decided to call my son, in the hopes that he would offer to take the dog overnight, just until the animal shelter opened. Instead, he told me that I must immediately call animal control. I did. It turned out that the road where I found the dog borders on three towns, so a jurisdiction battle ensued amongst the dog officers. No one wanted to take the dog….they just wanted to argue over which town had to take her. Nevertheless, I left my contact information with the animal control officers of three different towns, just in case the owner called looking for his dog.
I called my son back, and after much discussion he agreed that I should bring the dog to his house. His sister-in-law is a veterinary assistant, and she took the dog that night to scan the microchip again, hoping to find something. The dog had found a hotel for the night.
The following morning, because she would not return my calls, I drove directly to the animal shelter and waited until a human showed themselves in the office….giving the lie to the permanent sign on the door that always says “closed”.
At first, the animal control officer told me that the dog belonged to the animal control shelter in the next town over. But she explained that in that town, they only keep the dogs for seven days, and after that, if the owner has not called, they put the dogs to sleep.
The animal control officer finally admitted that she could take the dog, but she explained to me very carefully that she was jammed with dogs that nobody wanted. She told me that if the dog was a golden retriever, or a black lab, she could find her a home right away, but that she had three bulldogs and no one wanted them.
I called my son back to give him this information, and he took over from there. He arranged with his sister-in-law to take the dog to the vet the following morning to be checked out. He told me they would look into finding a home for the dog, and said they would check out Angel Memorial and all the places nearby.
The next afternoon, I received a phone call from the dog’s owner. I told her how I had found the dog in the middle of the road with no collar, shaking with cold and fear. I told her my son had the dog, and gave her his telephone number and address so that she could pick her up. She told me that day was her daughter’s birthday, and her daughter was crying and said it was the worst birthday of her life because she had lost her dog.
My son finally called me back this morning. I wanted to know everything that had happened. He told me that the family allows the dog outside with no collar and no leash, however, they are usually always with her. The day the dog was lost, the father was out working in his yard, and forgot he had let the dog out. Then he went to Home Depot. Apparently while he was gone, the dog wandered off. We didn’t find out why they had never bothered to register their information on the dog’s microchip.
I had asked my son to mention to them that I was out $29.00 for the collar and the leash I had to buy. The family responded by saying they didn’t WANT the collar and leash….and they made no offer to reimburse me. I can’t return the items because the veterinary assistants took the tags off. So I gave the items to my son, so that he could use them for his dogs.
My son said there were two or three kids in the car, and they were all really happy to see their dog and I know that the dog (Annabelle was her name)….was really happy to be home again, too. I know that the dog and the kids are happy…and, as I said to my son, “All’s well that ends well.”
One of the things that can make life difficult is encountering bad customer service when dealing with a business. Good customer service appears to be an art that is slowly becoming extinct, and I think we can do something about that.
It does no good to complain. Negative feedback from us simply creates more negativity in people who are already negative.
Instead, it would be much more effective to effusively praise all those who provide good customer service....in writing.
I believe we should encourage the growth of the concept of good customer service by rewarding those who provide it.....and let those who do not provide it witness first hand the promotions and financial rewards given to those who do.
Familysearch.org is a free website. Anyone can use it. The website has tutorials in the help section. Basically, if you know the names and dates of birth, and (even better) birth and death locations for your immediate family, you can get started. Just fill in the blanks. There's an 800 number you can call if you need help. Volunteers are always available.
Once you have built your ancestor's little box, there is a clickable sentence in the right hand column that says "Research". If you click on that, any documents that are on record that relate to your ancestor or anyone with a similar name will come up. It's a great way to find missing great-grandparents.
There is a media section where you can scan photos of your ancestors, and save them for all of posterity, attached to your ancestor's ID. Anyone opening his or her ID box will be able to see what your ancestor looked like.
Putting your family tree on familysearch.org makes your ancestors names available to your distant cousins.....and connects lost branches of your family. It is a worthwhile pursuit for anyone.
Just to let you know how worthwhile, I was recently contacted by HeirSearch.com. Because I had my information available on a public family tree, they were able to discover that I was a relative of my father's cousin who just passed away last year, with no family of her own. They told me that I should expect to hear from her lawyer.
There are people who never receive an answer they can hear or feel when they pray. Often, those people begin to feel lost and alone. They begin to wonder if our Heavenly Father really exists, because they have no direct experience with Him.
I might theorize that these people are unintentionally jamming their own airwaves, so they can send but can’t receive.
Because they don’t realize they are messing up their own signal, they can’t fix the problem.
Here is how to un-jam the signal.
First, believe…..with your whole heart and your whole mind and your whole soul. Disbelief….wondering if there is even anything out there….is like a constant interrupt to an electrical circuit that must remain open to operate.
Second, realize that because Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit are REAL and alive, you can’t treat them like you would a distant pen-pal to whom you mostly forget to write. Understand that although you are loved by Heavenly Father, He is capable of taking offense….and might not speak to you frequently if you don’t speak to Him. He loves you, and wants you to love Him. Don’t hurt His feelings.
Third, make time for Him in your life. Take a special day….like Sunday :)….to think about our Heavenly Father and do things that honor Him. Take a half hour of every single day and pray….or read sc
Fourth, honor His wishes. He has given you 10 commandments to live by….and that is all He has ever asked of you. In return, He has paid your tuition to this amazing school….called life….with the sacrifice of His only Son.
Fifth, give thanks. You know why.
If you are spiritual, or religious in almost any sense of the word, it is highly likely that you profess to believe in life after death, or the continuance of the spirit once this mortal body has “given up the ghost”.
The Catholic Nicene creed, just as one example, begins like this, “I believe in one God, the Father Almighty, maker of heaven and earth, and in all things visible and invisible”.
Personally, I had a hard time believing in all the ghost hunting shows I saw on television. Most of the so-called sightings, and recordings, seemed to be pushing credibility a little too far. Sometimes, when I saw a show about people who professed to have seen demons, I said to myself….”And THAT is because they are bi-polar schizophrenics.”
Then I had a few experiences of my own, and…all right….part of me believed that there was something going on caused by spirits….no matter how much I tried to deny it.
My cousin recently relayed a story to me that seems to prove the existence of something beyond our ability to see.
Her daughter is about to adopt a baby boy, who will be born any minute. She has actually been invited to be present at the birth, as the two women know each other.
My cousin was helping her daughter clean up her house, and make room for the new baby. They were moving out all sorts of boxes, and my cousin was out in the driveway near her car, carrying boxes, when she saw a little child-shaped shadow.
She thought it was her little grand-daughter, and she became concerned, not wanting her to go out into the busy street. She walked all around the car, looking for her, and called her name, but she did not respond. Finally she went to look in the house, and found her grand-daughter inside, playing quietly.
She continued to carry boxes out to the car, and then it happened again. Now she was a little spooked.
She went into the house and found her daughter working in the ba
My cousin told me that it is because her daughter mis-carried a baby boy, and lost him, that she said what she said next. She said, “I think that shadow might be the spirit of the child you lost…..and now that you are adopting a new baby boy, he is coming back to you.”
And just as she said that, she happened to look up…..and there, hanging from the rafters of the ba
They took it down, wondering…..and found a baby’s little onesie rolled up in a ball inside the sleeve of the baby outfit. They unrolled the onesie, and inside the onesie was my cousin’s daughter’s hospital bracelet….which she had worn on the day she miscarried her child. Neither one of them could figure out how it got there….this brand new baby’s outfit….with the hospital bracelet inside.
My cousin thinks it was brought to them….to show them that the new baby arriving will contain the spirit of the baby that was lost.
There are certainly other possible explanations for the baby outfit being there, where it was previously unnoticed, and containing that ID bracelet. Perhaps the mother forgot about the outfit, in the trauma of losing her child. Perhaps her husband had bought the outfit and left it there where it would remain unseen.
Or perhaps it was a gift….from someone beyond the veil.
I caught a cold last Wednesday, and by Saturday I had hit an all time low. Even though I was taking Severe Cold medicine I couldn’t stop coughing and sneezing. Hot water was running out of my face, and I ached all over. Worse still, I was running out of Puffs Plus tissues…the only thing keeping my nose from turning into raw hamburger.
I called a friend and begged him to come over with some tissues for me, and when he said he would I was so grateful I nearly cried. Then I realized that I could not even sit up anymore, and I went to bed.
As I lay in bed with tears streaming out of the corners of my eyes, out of my control, hacking up my lungs, I reached a place so miserable that I decided I needed to ask for help, so I did. I prayed.
Within ten minutes, I fell asleep. Often, that is Heavenly Father’s way of healing us. When I woke up two hours later, the very worst of my symptoms had passed. I still had the cold, but the intensity had eased.
The very first thing I did after I woke up and realized I was better, was to thank my Heavenly Father, because I knew He had answered my prayer.
When I asked my friend for help, he was more than willing to come over with the tissues that I needed. How much more willing to help us is our Heavenly Father, who loves us more than anyone? All we have to do is ask.
I heard a great joke the other day.
Q. How many missionaries does it take to change a lightbulb?
A. Two….but the lightbulb has to WANT to change.
That tickled me, because I have been giving some thought to the process of change.
I saw a video once of two babies sitting side by side….with one toy in front of them. One baby grabbed the toy. Then the other baby took it away from him, and the first baby started to cry. Then the first baby HIT the second baby.
Think about how we start out in life….completely innocent….and often, completely venal….with no idea of right and wrong. Our parents have their work cut out for them to teach us how to be decent human beings….and often they just can’t do it for us.
The process of change….of becoming better….of overcoming our “natural” state, is ongoing, and requires constant participation in the process. Our own desire has to be part of the process of becoming.
Think about the natural man, or woman, and the things at which he or she excels. He or she loves to eat, to drink, to have indiscriminate sex, to sleep, to lie around or to play, and he wants everything that anyone else has, and will fight over his or her possessions.
The natural man is sort of like the kid whose Father dropped him off at school, expecting him to learn and study hard, but instead he cuts all his classes and hangs out behind the gym smoking cigarettes and drinking beer. I guess that kid’s Father will be a wee bit disappointed.
Even desire is not enough if you wish to leave the natural man behind. Effort is also required….and self-discipline.
Did any lightbulbs blow out just now? :)
1/2 cup of milk
1/2 cup minced dried onion
OR 1 teaspoon onion powder
1/4 tsp salt
1/8 tsp pepper
1/2 cup of flour
1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1 1/2 cups leftover mashed potatoes
small container of plain Greek yogurt
Beat together the eggs and the milk. To the beaten mixture, add minced onion or onion powder, salt, pepper, flour, baking soda and baking powder. Beat again with a wire whisk. When batter is smooth, add mashed potatoes, and beat a third time to mix in the mashed potatoes.
Preheat a skillet, to which you have added 3 tablespoons of oil...(or a bit more). Heat over medium heat until a drop of water spatters when flicked at the oil. Use a medium soup ladle to pour the batter into the pan. Cook until the edges appear to be brown, then flip. Cook pancakes until they are a rich brown on both sides.
Serve 2 pancakes per person. Top each mini stack completely, as though icing a cake, with 1 heaping teaspoon of plain Greek yogurt.
Makes 6 fair sized pancakes.
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I Don't Mind, posted April 8th, 2015
Potato and Ham Chowder, posted April 8th, 2015
Graduation Day, posted April 6th, 2015
Rebirth and Renewal, posted March 31st, 2015
Rosemary Potatoes, posted March 30th, 2015
The Rescue of Annabelle, posted March 29th, 2015
Carrots and Sticks, posted March 27th, 2015
If You Are Interested in Building Your Own Family Tree, posted March 26th, 2015
How to Un-Jam the Signal, posted March 24th, 2015
Spiritual Outfitters, posted March 23rd, 2015
A Friend in Need, posted March 22nd, 2015
The Lightbulb, posted March 19th, 2015
Potato Pancakes, posted March 12th, 2015
Creation, posted March 11th, 2015
Quick Seafood Chowder, posted March 7th, 2015
Try This On for Size, posted March 7th, 2015
Gratitude and the Big Picture, posted March 2nd, 2015
Shaking it Up, posted February 28th, 2015
If You Are Disappointed in Others, posted February 28th, 2015
Angels in Your Life, posted February 26th, 2015
For Better or For Worse, posted February 23rd, 2015
Share Your Moments, posted February 22nd, 2015
What to Do if You Get Stuck, posted February 19th, 2015
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Tonight's Cream of Chicken Soup, posted February 12th, 2015
Growing Up, posted February 12th, 2015
Impact, posted February 10th, 2015
A Little Wisdom, posted February 10th, 2015
A Different Cocoa Experience, posted February 10th, 2015
Seeing Beauty, posted February 6th, 2015
Round and Round and Round, posted January 31st, 2015
Tomatoes Bursting with Goodness, posted January 25th, 2015
A Nugget from the History of Christianity, posted January 24th, 2015
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