Wednesday, December 31, 2008

See ya, 2008!!!

Just a short, last post of 2008.

The Project AngelTree gift dropoff went fine. A bit underwhelming for me actually. I guess I didn't know what to expect, but what I experienced wasn't it. It felt good to serve though and I'll likely do it again next year.

Christmas with the MN Landwehr clan was a blast despite the stomach bug making the rounds. I'll detail that trip tomorrow.

Memories of 2008:

1. Poconos/Philly/NY Trip with the Landwehr Clan. A Blast!

2. Canada Trip with Steve and Dave. A Blast with lots of big fish!

3. Erin's Graduation trip with Mom and Steph in Redlands, LA and Santa Barbara.

4. Victoria BC business trip

5. Kalahari with Neufangs/Landwehrs for Thanksmas

6. Growing closer to our Friends Steve & Jill, Brad & Patty

7. Our Tuesday Night Live experiences at Church. Awesome family time!

8. Crystal River Canoe trip with Ben and myself. Bonding time!

9. Stephanie's Graduation Celebration in St. Paul. Congrats Steph!

10. God's Blessings throughout the year in the day-to-day living.

Peace this New Year to All of You!

Blogging off...


Saturday, December 20, 2008

Frantic Holly-Jolliness

Me and my Niece Gray-Gray.

So it's been 3 months since I last blogged. What's a guy to do? I'm a little bit lazy, a little bit busy and my kids dominate the computer.

In this busy Christmas season, I wanted to get some of the thoughts from my head onto paper, albeit virtual paper.

Did I gripe about last winter on this blog? As I recall, I did...quite a bit.

Well, some things never change. Old man winter has struck hard with a vengance this December, and we're still two weeks from being into January. We just dug out from a 12" snowfall yesterday (for 29" in December thus far.) and are looking at another 5-7" tonight into tomorrow. Oh, and Tuesday some more. All I beg for is mercy.

Some observations from the storm yesterday. I saw a guy on Fountain Ave. using a shovel on the hood of his car to dig out. A shovel, not a broom. It makes me laugh to think that this may be the same guy that washes his car once a week in the summer. Or, maybe not. Winter seems to put a little better perspective on the unimportance of material things than summer does.

I was walking to work yesterday with my Ipod on in the eye of the storm and thought "This ain't so bad". Well, after near brushes with death from passing cars (I was walking in the road, because no one had shovelled.) and a few snowbank hurdles, about 1/2 way there I saw the bus that goes by my work's front door. I hailed it because my new thought was "Screw this noise, I'm ridin' the bus!" One can only take so much snow-white pristine beauty.

Today I'm off to deliver gifts to 3 different families who's Father is in prison. It's called Project Angeltree and it's being organized by our Church, Someone at Church told me it's quite a rewarding experience, and I'm looking to do something outside of my comfort zone to make someone else's Christmas more Merry. Every Year the focus of Christmas get's a little clearer to me, and while I like a gift as much as the next person, I realize it's so much more than getting.

Donna volunteered at Heart Fire's Gift Store this past week where low-income folks could buy new gifts for 10% of cost, with the proceeds going back into HeartFire ministries. She too said the experience was way more rewarding than the work that went into preparing for it. If everyone, or even 1/2 of everyone would help out at things and causes like this, imagine how much better a place the world would be.

It's off to MN for Christmas. We leave the snow of WI for the sub-zero happiness of "home". I saw the 7 day forecast calls for a HIGH temp of -1 Fahrenheit on Thursday. Wo I fled the cold-tundra called the Twin Cities 22 years ago to come to the slightly warmer and less snowy glory of WI. I guess I choked on that one. I should have kept Tennessee or so.

Am I griping about winter again? Sorry. I'm going to try and make it my New Years resolution to look at winter from a happier perspective. It will be a tough one.

I'll try and report back on how the AngelTree deliveries go. If I don't, Have a Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year!!!

Blogging off...


Tuesday, September 9, 2008

I'm not dead yet!

Those of you who have seen Monty Python will recognize this line. It merely is my attempt to kick start myself into writing again. Somebody needs to kick me into gear. I will try, honest.

Blogging off, hopefully not for the last time. :-)


Sunday, April 27, 2008

Getta your tootsie-fruitsie ice cream!

As a family, we watched the Marx Brothers in "A Day at the Races" last night. I love those old movies and I think it's important to expose the kids to them. The humor in them is so pure. Some innuendo that goes over the heads of the kids, but for the most part its Groucho's snarky sarcasm, Chico's scamming and broken/bad English, and of course Harpo's physical and facial gymnastics. They're all masters and I laugh till my sides hurt every time I watch them.

Went to Metrobrook Church for service this week. Quite refreshing to see what a vibrant, urban church is doing. Lot's of servants doing God's work in the inner city.

Feeling that nice weather brain bloc. Gotta go shoot some hoops with Sar!

Blogging off...


Saturday, April 12, 2008

Gone but not Forgotten

Well, since I've managed to find every reason under the sun not to write for the last few weeks, I thought I'd post and try and rekindle something...anything.

It's been a brutal winter and now is turning into a brutal spring. I know it goes "April showers..." and all that, but why do they have to be accompanied by 40 degree cloudy days? It's killin' me.

On the upside, I did go out and get a new fishing reel and license today. Ever looking forward to the chance to wet a line, I thought I'd at least be prepared if the situation arises.

What is it about people at Wal Mart? Is it a shopping requirement to be 40 lbs overweight and dress as badly as you can to shop there? I've even seen people in their pajama bottoms. Nice. Real nice. Maybe it's just because it's become the new K-Mart and this is just the bottom of the barrel. People nonetheless, but don't people have any dignity anymore? It's sad really. I hate shopping there. Unfortunately it's 10 minutes closer than any other dept. store.

I'm seeing snow flurries out my window right now. It's April 11th. Lord, have Mercy.

I saw an extremely inspirational video this past week from a man diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. It can be viewed at;

The guy puts everything in perspective very nicely. Things are unimportant, people are. Life is short. Live your dreams, that sort of thing.

Gotta run for now. Man when I have the time, I'm uninspired. When I'm inspired, I don't have the time of the kids are on the 'puter. Cest la vie.

Blogging off...


Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Seeing Red

Struck down with Pink Eye, I've been relegated to staying home today and not spreading the joy. Conjunctivitis is something I thought only kids got, but alas, here I sit. I feel fine, but from what I've read, it's highly contagious, and so I opted out of work for the day. I go to the Doc in a half hours, oh joy.

What is it about the Dr.'s office that I've come to hate? Is it the old magazines. The viraly infected pens used to fill out the reams of paperwork? The scrutinous, personal questions the Nurse Practitioner/Doctor ask? The comfy paper gowns? The prostate charts on the wall in the room? Or is it the knowledge that it's all costing me and my employer way too much for all of it? I think its safe to say it's all of these rolled up like red cross gauze together that make any trip to the Doctor an unpleasant one.

Perhaps the most memorable trip to the Doc was a few years ago when I went in for what was later diagnosed as pulsatile tinnitus. Basically that means that I can hear every beat of my heart in my right ear in sort of a wooshing sound. (Is woosh a word?)

Anyhow, at this appointment, I had the unfortunate luck of getting an ear flushing. A test designed during and by the Hitler regime, this involves a turkey baster filled with hot water thrust into your ear. Multiple pumps are conducted which creates a sensation a little like the sound of a tornado whirling in your head. My wife calls me a wimp for lamenting about such a benign procedure, but until you've had the experience, you need to shut up. I can't begin to describe the junk that comes out of an ear during this procedure, but suffice it to say I don't know how it all got in there.

Winter appears to be waning, however 40 degrees and grey-dirty-brown-black is not exactly inspiring weather. Today it is misting and overcast. Very typical day-after-St-Patty's-day weather. Actually, very typical Home Opener weather. (April 4th).

I truly think my Dog would try to eat anything. The other day I found a chewed up pencil and a half behind the couch. My guess is the other 1/2 is in my backyard by now or lingering somewhere in doggy esophagus. Our dog also eats dirt, slippers, candy wrappers, clumps of human hair (during Dad's haircut), and of course, anything that moves is fair game too. Man's dumbest friend, so the saying goes. Or is it something else?

The whole family went to an indoor soccer match this past weekend. While we all enjoyed it, I sensed the boy element was enjoying it a bit more than the girls. I thought it was important that we do it as a family, as we rarely venture out as a group. Usually we're paired off one parent/one child.

Ben helped me fill in my NCAA Tourney bracket last night. I don't really pay much attention to BB until the tournament, so his guess was as good as mine, I thought. I picked UNC to win it all, so we'll see where that gets me. Some sleeper will probably oust them in the first round and I'll be stuck rooting for no one for the next 3 weeks. Oh well, the world will turn.

I feel a nap coming on.

Blogging off for now...


Monday, March 10, 2008

Hope Springs Eternal...34 and Sunny

Well, I got some comp time today for work I did Sat., so I am home, and the kids haven't discovered that I'm writing, so I thought I'd squeak in a few lines.

So I'm walking to work today and I came across a great subject to write on and thought I should write it down when I get to work. Of course I didn't, and of course I can no longer remember what it was. It was going to be so good. You'll have to trust me on this one. I guess you'll have to live with me writing about what I was going to write about. Getting old-ish and forgetful is a pain.

Walking home with the kids today, Ben said he could smell springtime. So cute, so descriptive, so Ben. He said he was tired of smelling ice, which I didn't know had a smell. Apparently it does. Evidently the smell of winter isn't a wood burning stove, but rather, ice. Not a smell that's found in too many foods, but probably because it's so subtle.

Saturday was a GREAT day. I started out at the Men's Breakfast at Church, followed by a service project at the Milwaukee Rescue Mission (MRM). I was assigned with another guy to painting one of the Men's restrooms. Painting is so hypnotic for me. I don't especially like it, but it is relaxing in it's own way. It always feels so good to volunteer. I plan to do it at every Men's Breakfast opportunity as well as in-between. It's a great feeling of accomplishment for me.

After the service project, I went into work for 1.5 hours to do an upgrade which, hallelujah, went flawlessly. You never know what an "upgrade" will break or downgrade.

Then, that night we went to an old friend's house with another couple and had a great time. Old friends talking old times and yukking it up. How fun is that? A great ending to a great day. It would have been just an average day to me if I hadn't of followed my gut and went on the service project. I guess I need that feeling that I'm doing something positive in the community other than just sucking resources off the planet. (To put it a bit bluntly.)

Yoga has enabled me to get through this brutal winter. If I don't feel alert, I try a few stretches and then feel much better. I'm not in a class anymore, but am doing it at home in the AM. It's all about stregnth, flexibility and balance and is not just sitting in the lotus position and chanting. In fact it's not that at all. I figure if X-million Asian and Indian men can do it, that's enough for me. I'm comfortable enough with my masculinity to deal with it. If I take up synchronized dancing or flower arranging though, y'all have the right to intervene. I would hope you would.

Did I just say y'all? Hmmm...

Well, the paper is calling my name and I'm sure the dog is starting to either fashion his own catheter or trying to visualize desert landscapes, because I know the kids wouldn't have let him out on their own. Silly Dad.

Blogging Off,


Saturday, March 1, 2008

The Ides of March

Most have probably given up hope that I'd ever write again. I know I had. It's been a busy, exhausting wintry February, and thank God it's over. March can only be better one can hope.

Where to begin...hmmm...

I think I'll start at today and work backward as far as the recall will take me. Sarah and I went out for a Dad/Daughter breakfast this morning. Denny's for a "Grand Slam" breakfast and really bad coffee. "A refill? Why yes thank you." Sarah's at that age where she was looking at the adult menu, but ended up ordering from the kids menu, the "alien pancakes" and apple juice. She's so big, yet so much still my baby girl. I love her with all my might.

Then, we went to Toby's first obedience class at the Humane Society. He was what you might call the disruptive dog. The Capstone dog, so to speak. The "No dog left behind dog." Eddie Haskell. Whining and biting his leash. Then 5 min. into class, he pee's the floor. He had moments of brilliance, coming for the instructor when she called, but for the most part he was just distracted by the other calmer dogs. We learned some good techniques, including hand cues, that we need to work on before the next class.

Later in the day I took Ben and a friend sledding and took Toby to the dog park. He was VERY good there and ran till he couldn't anymore. He'll get there eventually, he's still a puppy in so many ways.

Yesterday and Thursday was the WLIA (WI Land Information Association) conference. It was another successful, fun and informative conference. I am so blessed to be doing what I love in a field full of so many other good people.

Last Saturday was so nice out that I thought I'd go XC skiing. I had a blast, especially going down the big sled hill twice. Then, on the way back toward the parking lot I had a near-death. I was speeding down the final wind-y strech in a 1/2 tuck, enjoying the speed when a ski tip drifted out of the track. I didn't react quickly enough, and things started to get ugly in a hurry. I started to slowly, slowly slowly do the splits as I totally diverted from the main track. Then, as I approached the oncoming bushes, I bailed and fell down. Either that or I was felled, details are still sketchy.

Needless to say, after the crash, when I looked up and saw it was a thorn-bush, I thought, "Oh this can't be good." THere was much blood spitting (cut-lip) and ice/snow application to the scratches on my face. Donna said I looked like I had been attacked by a cat. It's healed up nicely now, all except my ego.

Well, we've got pizza and a movie planned, so I'll sign off for now.

Blogging off...until next time.


Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Fly in the Ointment

12 Inches and still coming down. Lovely. The fun just never stops. I almost became the dead man in the snowbank you read about in the paper on my walk to work this morning. I've seen some doozies for storms, but this has to be in the top 5 or so. I'm sure there were folks driving to work wondering who that deranged snow-covered maniac singing to the ipod was.

Needless to say they closed work at Noon. Why they opened it I'll never understand, but I think they have to say they tried. Oh well, 1/2 day off beats none at all. Got a nap in, some shovelling and some Q time with the kids. I guess that's all anyone can ask for on a snow day.

Boys Club last night was a bust because of the weather. Ben was the only boy form our post that showed up. We had 5 3rd graders and 5 leaders. Kind of silly. It goes back to why did they not cancel it, but hey, I've hashed that point already.

And so it goes.

Blogging off...


Saturday, February 2, 2008

Groundhog Day...Imagine, 28 Degrees and Flurries

Winter continues its relentless assault on the fine people of Wisconsin. Annoying 2 inch snowfalls interspersed between back breaking 7 inchers. I was out the yesterday at 6:20 shovelling and JUST GROUSING about it. Muttering to myself. "Stupid snow, stupid state, stupid climate, stupid clouds, stupid snowbank, stupid ice patch, stupid shovel...well you get the drift. After doing this for about 20 minutes I snapped out of it and realized that it wasn't helping me get the shovelling done. It felt good and seemed very much like the thing to do, but was doing me no good in building a case to face another day at work.

So I sucked it up and started thinking how lucky I was to have a house with a walk to shovel. How lucky to be able to be physically able to shovel. Just three short years ago I was laid up flat on my back on muscle relaxants and NSAIDs because I had pinched a disc. So, what was I to grumble about. Brush fires weren't burning down my house, January tornadoes were spared from our neighborhood, (unlike Kenosha, WI) and I wasn't dealing with mudslides, floods or invasive species. Get over it I did, and I'm a better person for it.

Point to ponder: If someone doesn't grind a stump down after they've cut down a large tree and it sends up 9 "baby trees" out of the stump, have they really solved the problem?

Yoga continues to be as challenging and revitalizing as I had hoped...maybe even moreso. I look forward to it as the highlight of my week. I feel so much better after a session, it's really quite a transformation. It has occurred to me though that this is not something that I can check off my list of resolutions "Take a yoga class", like I had hoped. Yoga is really a lifestyle, or a practice you should build into your routine. I hope to be able to at least take the concepts and the basic principles and poses and run with them.

Well, as usual, there's a lineup for the computer, so I'll say goodbye for now. (I want a laptop).

Blogging off...


Saturday, January 26, 2008

Men, Boys and Yogi's

Last Night was the big Boys Club Pinewood Derby at church. It was quite a spectacle when it got going. It's all automated now including split second timing, software telling personal best times, automated results, the whole smash. Of course there were the technical glitches that go with any first time endeavor like this. The funniest of them though was the first race. With all of the build-up of "the first Boys Club Pinewood Derby in the history of Boys Club", none of the cars in the first race made it to the finish line. It seems that oil is an integral part of pinewood derby racing. Hey, we're all new at this...
Once the cars were all lubed up, the races went much better. No more cars failed to finish across the finish line. Oh there were a few fiery crashes, but no lives were lost in all of it. The boys (and boys disguised as men) had a great time and all came away happy. Ben even managed to win a trophy for "2nd place Best Design). So, all that hard work and angst put into building the cars actually paid off in the end.
In keeping with my intnetions of accomplishing some goals this year, I enrolled in a Yoga class. I did it with great trepidation and am still not sure what i've gotten myself into. The class meets twice a week, at work, after work. Of course I'm the only man among 12 ladies or so. I knew that would happen. I've heard so many people recommend it to me for everything from carpal tunnel to my back to just feeling better.
The first session was pretty funny from my perspective. Funny because though I'm in shape, I'm NOT flexible at all. I knew this going in, this course just confirmed that. Furthermore, I figured I'm in pretty good shape, so I can take a little stretching, no prob. Well the Yoga I saw that night was a whole lot more than a little stretching. Can you say muscle spasms? Shaking legs and trunk? Yeah, that was me.
The upside to it all was that when it was all over and done with I felt great! Absolutely euphoric, in a way that's hard to describe. Maybe I'm reading more into it than what's there, but it was good, whatever it was. So, I plan to keep it up for the 6 weeks and see what comes of it. If I turn vegetarian and start talking about feng shui, feel free to stage an intervention. The only thing worse than a yoga wierdo is a preachy-yoga wierdo.
More tomorrow I hope. Now I need to go chant. Ummmmmm...
Blogging off...

Monday, January 21, 2008

The Tundra's on Ice for another Year

Remember that playoff heartbreak I talked about? I'm livin' it, man! What a drag to get within one game of the big one only to have it all come crashing down on a Favre textbook pick. Oh, where's the joy?

My wife was quick to say "it's only a game." That may be true, but it seems like so much more. Oh well, I guess it's better that I get my life back.

The other day I went to work and it was nice out around 25 degrees and no wind. I purposely wore my lighter jacket it was so nice. Well then coming home was a whole different story. At some point during the day, the wind picked up and the temp dropped a good 15 degrees. I was so cold that at a couple of points during my walk home, I was running. Running as an attempt to not need amputation of some of my fingers due to frostbite...or so it seemed at the time. It was a wierd kind of panic-oia. Thinking all kinds of morbid thoughts on my two mile trek. Using my ipod backlight as a hand warmer. You know things are tough when you're doing that. I like to title the whole debacle "Coldplay on a Cold day", as that's who was playing at the time.

Alas, tonight again I am wiped, at the expense of my blog. More later this week perhaps.

Blogging off...


Sunday, January 13, 2008

Ahhhh, the Playoffs

It's that heartbreak time of year for many NFL fans. Fortunately I am not one of those heartbroken ones. I cannot believe the Packers who I didn't pick to win more than 7 games this year are one game away from the Super Bowl. I'd put the Vegas odds in the hundreds of thousands at the beginning of the season. Alas, here we are. After a 10 year wait, it's a good feeling, but I'm getting ahead of myself here. Don't want to do that.

We had friends over for the Divisional Playoff game last night and had a blast. Great game, great friends, and great food. Fellowship, laughter and joy. We are truly blessed to have good friends like Steve and Jill, Brad and Patty as part of our "Wisconsin Family". Dave and Grace and their 18 mo. old boy Joseph were here too and we got to know them a lot better as well. Good people, all of them. Very comfortable in each others' homes, we are. I think that's a Midwestern speechism, to put the subject at the end of the sentence. Oh, and is speechism a word?

The message in church today was "How do I manage my time?" It talked about how the pace of our current society is really a crisis that Christians in particular need to take a look at. We need to honor sabbath as a time of rest, to bring the needle out of the redline area. That is an area I've really tried to honor ever since the series on Jubilee. After all it is the fourth Commandment. Sabbath is hebrew for cease or stop. We've tried to make Sunday a day of rest and reflection. It's working for me so far.

The other thing the message drove home was how we need to determine what's important and try and keep the unimportant in perspective. That is why Donna and I have taken a new interest in spending time with friends and family. That to me is WAY more important than any material thing.

So, with Monday approaching like a freight train, I'd better log off and go spend some time with Ben reading before bedtime.

Blogging off....


Saturday, January 5, 2008

Are the Voices In My Head Bothering You?

Why is it that our dog, or any dog for that matter will always want 12" more than the leash they're on at the moment. Toby will strain the leash, even after I switch hands to give him more rope, to try and reach the evidently-unreachable, whatever it is. If it was a 20 dollar bill every time, I'd be more than willing to give him as much leash as he wanted.

Usually though, it's poop. Just poop. Sometimes its a bit of discarded food someone had tossed out a car window three weeks ago. Either that or the occasional article of clothing. A few weeks ago there was a massive pair of tighty-whities laying on the terrace that he successfully sought out time after time, walk after walk.

All of this raises the question, if we provide plenty of fresh food and water for our dogs every day, why are they ALWAYS looking for more and/or different food? And why, in lieu of new food will their own vomit suffice? I guess dog food must be pretty bad, if garbage is a close runner up.

One of my New Years resolutions was to try and be more informed or up on the news. Over the years, in part because of my disdain for local newscasters who are the cheesiest bunch of schleps one could never wish for, and part a hatred of the whole media-in-general, I've just kind of checked out. Oh yeah, I read the newspaper, and in every way that is more informative than a 22 minute (20 less 8 min. of commercials) newscast. But newspapers aren't good for the "late breaking news" that society has come to rely on. They haven't perfected that yet.

Anyhow, on Thursday of this week I tell Donna that I'm going to watch the 6:00 news, and I explain to her my reasoning. As she passed me the remote, she gave me the whole "I can't watch it. It's too depressing." speech that I've heard and tended to agree with in the past.

I flick on the news and there's a story of a shooting with a cop car showing and grieving people standing around that I just catch the last part of. Then, without missing a beat, they switch to the &%$#* Presidential campaign. My response is to shut the whole thing off and say, screw that, I'd rather be a bit in the dark, out of touch from it all. I cannot take 11 more months of Presidential campain-ing (sp intentional), let alone the rest of the doom and gloom that the cathode ray brings along with each newscast.

So, it's back to just the newspaper and that's it. Am I a bad person? Am I in denial of some sort? I like to think of myself simply as "discretionary". Cheesy newscasters delivering the news bits just kills me to watch. I'd sooner be swallowed in a cloud of mustard gas than have to watch Kathy Mykleby tell me it was coming before she chuckled about those "amazing Packers" or some other restatement of the obvious or mundane. So, the next time we're slated to get blasted with 14" of snow, don't express surprise when I didn't know it was coming. Hey, all I know is what I read in the papers.

There are moments when I'm walking my dog with my Ipod playing Coldplay that I feel such elation and joy, it's hard to contain it. I keep those dance moves very subtle, because I don't want to unnerve the neighbors.

This is the effect that "new" music does for me. In two years though, the same song will have me switching right past it as annoying. Why is that? That is truly the self-sustaining nature of the music business. They are counting on peoples' continual thirst for new, new, new. I guess it's true of all entertainment really. If any of you will look at your VHS/DVD/CD collection, I think you'll know what I'm talking about.

I really wish I had more time to write. It seems every time I'm inspired, I'm either tied to other commitments, my kids are on the PC, or my mind is so fried by the time I get to writing that I write weakly or can't recall what I was so inspired about. (tonight is the perfect example of this)Tonight is the perfect example of this last point. It's these little voices in my head that I can't seem to tune out, but neither can I clearly hear what they're saying either. Maybe it's because of the new Ipod.

Well, I'm about tapped out and will have to cash it in here. More tomorrow I hope.

Blogging off...


Friday, January 4, 2008

Ridiculous Thoughts

It's been nearly a week and I've been negligent in my writing; something I vowed to do more of in '08. The first resolution down in flames in only 4 days.

Walking home from work today there was the most beautiful slate-gray sunset. Usually an orange or red sunset captures your attention, but this one was bluish-grey. Painted by God himself using a pallete of perfection.

Traffic was so loud it drowned out my Ipod. I hate when that happens. Trying to tune out the world only to be outdone by it. Grrr...

I saw a figure standing in a doorway as I was walking the dog. It was either;

1. A life sized Santa Clause
2. A hooded Monk
3. The grim reaper

Whatever it was/is it creeped me out. It was just standing there. I looked back once, but did not dare catch his/her/its gaze in case it turned out to be a hypnotic thingy. Weird, yes. Paranoid, certainly. I hope it wasn't the reaper. I'm a little busy tomorrow.

Gotta run for now. Will write more tomorrow, promise.

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