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Thursday, November 11, 2010

The Heart Remembers

Honoring the life of others as well as our own.


Don't tear love apart. (EXPLORED!)




The Heart Remembers


once a year we remember

those who fell before us.

some fell before we were born

and we never knew them.

some fell in our life time

and we never knew them.

we hear their stories

from the news and family.

we learn about their lives

and how well and good they lived.

this day is often one of sadness,

causing us to pause and think

of what was and what could have been.

and now when I part from a loved one

I always say, “I love you” and

“I am always with you” because

you never know when they will fall

and not be remembered

except in my quiet heart...





Denny Lyon
Copyright 11 Nov 2010 - Veterans Day
All Rights Reserved


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Photo Credits

Don't Tear Love Apart photo by thompsonwood @ flickr

Couple in love photo by www.CourtneyCarmody.com @ flickr




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Friday, July 30, 2010

Walk The World

*** A poem about sharing our life with others - when we are both in need - to receive the greatest gift.





Walk The World


The young ones were curious about life that was.
The grandmother began the remembering of a long life.
She told them stories of how sweet life can be.
She told them stories of how tough times were too.

The old woman leaned back in her comfortable chair,
Closed her eyes for a moment and her face grew sad.
She remembered the jobs disappearing and the fear.
She told how her neighbors worked fewer and fewer hours,
Worrying about how they would feed their children.







The old woman opened her eyes and spoke softly,
“I remember friends moving away because times were tough.
They couldn’t afford their homes anymore and they cried.
The sheriff and the bankers threw them out on the street.
It was a terrible sight to see, wondering too if it would happen to me.”

“Back then life was so grim, people everywhere living in fear.
It got to the point that every single penny was far too dear.
The bills kept piling up high in tall stacks. We didn’t know what to do.
We quit spending on anything, nothing misspent, but for food and rent.”







The old woman was remembering their grandfather, her husband.
She smiled fondly, feeling his warm heart touch, hugging herself.
She leaned forward to continue her story as the children sat at her feet.
“There was this one birthday of mine when times were tough.
Your grandfather always liked to buy grand gifts for me and celebrate.
I told him not this time but to save our little money for important things.
He said he agreed and I went to sleep reassured and not expecting anything.”

“I was happy just being able to pay our bills back then and nothing else mattered.
When I woke up on my birthday morning and went into the kitchen there it was.
There was a packaged gift with a birthday card sticking out of the top.
I remembered thinking about trying not to worry about what he spent.
It was a beautiful card with a bear and a honey bee that meant so much to me.
I smiled and we enjoyed his excitement at giving. Then I peered inside the gift bag.
I never laughed so loud in my life. He bought me the gift of my favorite cookies!
Cookies! Imagine that as a birthday gift? Cookies! I was so relieved he kept his word.”







The children asked her why grandfather gave her cookies and she replied,
“Why, it’s because our love was sweet no matter how tough the financial times.
Your grandfather was an optimist who loved life and loved being in love.
I thought it was a perfect morning on a perfect day and that was enough for me.
The mail arrived and there was this wonderful birthday card from someone
I had not heard from in many long years, a childhood close friend I enjoyed.
How unexpected and delightful it was to hear from them after such a long time.
It brought me great joy at being remembered at this especially tough time.”

“Then your grandfather decided to take me out to a small lunch but I hesitated.
He knew what I was thinking. He reminded me there are others in need besides us.
He reminded me the only way to know the need of another was for us to walk the world.
At the humble restaurant we shared a meal between us so we could tip the server.
As I looked about me I could see the need of others and knew what to pray.
One lady was trying hard not to have a panic attack while with her family in public.
Most of the people in the room did not look healthy and I realized they were getting sick.
But did you know the prayer of a stranger can prevent serious illness for you?”







The children were amazed that one person could have that much power if they prayed.
The old woman talked on about how the perfect day was not yet finished for her.
“When we were about to leave the restaurant another waiter arrived with a dessert.
In all the times I had been at this restaurant, no one had ever done this on my birthday.
Our waiter knew it was my birthday and it was a special sweet gift from him at no cost!
It’s like he knew we were there to pray for him and the others to gain back their health.
He was saying thank you when we expected no thanks or recognition for our deeds.
We smiled and enjoyed our gift and, oh, it tasted so very good with that whipped cream.”







“Your grandfather and I returned home to marvel at our day of unexpected surprises.
We talked about how we received more than we gave and it didn’t cost much either.
Suddenly, there was this sense of Peace all around us and inside our hearts too.
We realized we didn’t need to worry any more about losing our home or job.
We now knew it was more important to walk the world and give to the need of others.
All that we were, and all that we were to become, crystallized on that one perfect day.
Little did we know God was training us to handle great wealth to give to others.
That’s when we began planning for our future foundation for charities.
We lived the life of the needy and now truly understood the needs of others.
The birthday celebration was a perfect day because we chose to walk the world.
Now it’s your generation’s turn to walk the world, pray powerfully for others and give.”



Denny Lyon
Copyright 30 July 2010
All Rights Reserved


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Photo Credits


Child walking in the grass by Victor Bezrukov @ flickr

Grandparents out in the boat by Let Ideas Compete @ flickr

Closeup child's face by Pink Sherbet Photography @ flickr

White doves flying by Muffet @ flickr

Grandma's hands by hweiling @ flickr

Old woman's hand by Ricky @ flickr

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Water of Life

*** Have you ever wondered the messages Nature speaks to us every day, happening every minute all around us? Great Nature photos.








Water of Life





I look up to see a white egret flying softly high overhead,
Playing, lazy, on the laughing air currents in conversation.
In the bare beginning, the morning air dances lightly.
Swooning breezes appear for me to remember, then, forget.
We are waiting for the sun.







Red-tinged blackbirds jump on the green swaying willow tree,
Screeching a two note hearty hello, lifting its wings wide to sing.
Smoky mist hangs on the water’s surface, stepping, drifting along
In creeping hordes like short silent ghosts.







A white egret dives and swoops in gracefully,
Gliding with quiet stretched white wings to fish.
A blue heron beats the air heavily with huge wings,
Coming in for a landing like a frightening dinosaur.







I sip my warm welcoming coffee ever so slowly as I watch,
Drinking in the early hour sights as the water of Life moves.
In the sky the sunrise peeks pink through dark blue clouds
When, suddenly, a strange sight: a flock of eight egrets.







Eight egrets, not the solitary solo of norm, flying East.
Eight egrets, all pristine perfect, soft billowy white
Drew my gaze to look up and wonder long the message.
Every day all around us, Creation delivers new awareness.







Mythical bearers of change, spiritual messengers: egrets and herons.
Eight is the number of new beginnings flying overhead today.
Arriving now comes change, change in our lives, change.
This omen of unusual eight means it’s all good.







I smile, and, look up in thanks.




Denny Lyon
Copyright 3 June 2010
All Rights Reserved


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Photo Credits


Flying high egret by mikebaird @ flickr

Screeching red-winged blackbird by ingridtaylar @ flickr

Heron in pink waters by h.koppdelaney @ flickr

Herons and sunrise by Bloody Nick @ flickr

Closeup of heron by Lida Rose @ flickr

New Orleans, Louisiana, Lake Pontchartrain sunrise by JACoulter @ flickr

Flock of egrets at sunrise by Bashed @ flickr

Mythical egret by alicepopkorn @ flickr

Friday, May 21, 2010

Three Endings and One Beginning




*** 4 life stories of people I have known: 3 committed suicide, 1 reclaimed their life.

From Denny: It's difficult to stand by and watch when a few people around us are on self-destruct. Sometimes, you can take time and engage as it helps them get through one more day. Sometimes, no amount of talk or company will help because what they need is prayer, the prayer of love and light to shine into their confusion and darkness to make them strong again. The following are only four stories of many I have known who have lived difficult lives for themselves and those around them. I could fill a book.

Since there is so much stress and pressure in America and around the globe this year because of the economic downturn, I thought it was time to write a poem discussing the social issue of suicide. Suicide affects us all. Three of these friends were conservative Republicans who refused to learn to be more emotionally flexible when life did not go their way. The fourth is no longer a Republican.

Why do I bring up the political preference? A few years ago, there was a study about who had the most nightmares and experienced the most fear in life. The Republicans scored high for fear and nightmares, personal rigidity and divorce over the Democrats. Right now a number of our Republican friends are recently divorced. It happened as soon as Bush left office, like a contagion. Once the Republicans were out of power, these Republicans felt powerless and trashed their relationships.

There is a better way to live...




Photo by Adan Garcia @ flickr


Three Endings and One Beginning


I ask into the quiet air:
Are we a society of yearning?

When I’m sitting still in contemplation
Thinking of others who are gone
From this earth by their own hand
I wonder how things could have been.

I ask into the stirring air:
Are we a society of depression?

We have beautiful homes, air to breathe,
Holidays to enjoy, people to know,
Awesome food to share with friends,
Yet still we revel in the darkness

Are we really here in this abundant life
Just to pay the bills, show off to the neighbors,
Buy expensive electronic toys and games,
Scrambling to get rich quick and forever?

When we ignore the simple things in life
When we sideline people trying to friend us
When we take for granted our partners and family
When we push away all that supports us - can we be happy?

I ask into the turbulent air:
Are we a society of suicide?

This year three friends killed themselves.
One was a builder undiagnosed for depression
Who clearly cycled in and out of excited highs
And lowest anti-social lows yet no one dared
Confront him to help because he employed them.
John increased his life insurance a few months before
Then he took his gun and shot into his heart
Dead in his truck on a construction site where
Some horrified Mexican painter found him.
John left his wife and children deep in debt
Never considering the legacy he left them.




Photo by nattu @ flickr


Another friend was a waitress who started
Her life far too early at age fifteen married.
Her story was perhaps the saddest for sure.
She married her first love, had three girls
Then they divorced later only to begin anew
Five years later when he was found with cancer.

She still loved him so much she mortgaged
Her tiny house to pay for his medical bills
The insurance companies denied.
When she found he was terminal and
The foreclosure papers came in the mail
She started drinking heavily and got into her car.

They were about to move in together again
Like life was once before, so simple and rich.
She drove to her husband’s yard angry.
Angry at life, angry at her rash choices,
Angry he was now terminal, angry.

She called out to him, he opened the door
Only to find her quickly pulling the trigger
Killing herself in the car - while the motor hummed.
She did not want to live when he was soon to die.
Judy forgot all about her three teenage daughters
Who are now orphaned twice for her sister to adopt.
Judy never considered the legacy she left her daughters.





Just last week we heard about yet one more.
A severe alcoholic on self-destruct
Chasing easy wealth and chasing women.
He grew up abused by a harsh father
Only to now abuse everyone around him.
He had a loyal young wife and two children
Who were patient and loving, always there
Supporting him at every turn, no matter what.

He ignored them for his own selfish world.
He abandoned them emotionally every moment.
He loved no one but only himself exclusively.
After years of abuse and neglect his wife left.
Natalie is a beautiful person inside and out
Who deserved a second chance at real love.

She separated, began to date again and
While on a date dining out, Rene showed up
Angry and drunk. He had just lost his job.
He had lost his wife and children, his home.
He lunged at the other man, stabbing him.
Rene left quickly, went home where the police
Arrested him. Yet the next day he got out on bond.
He foolishly called Natalie to pick up where he left off
Fighting with her over the phone like it was the other night.
The man was stuck in life, determined to destroy all in his path.

Rene yelled and screamed about what he demanded,
Never listening to anyone other than his own words.
Then the screaming stopped and he grew too quiet.
Natalie was about to speak; it was a long pause, then
She heard the gun shot over the phone; Rene killed himself.
Rene never considered what legacy he left to his children.

We wonder together where such darkness begins
We know how it ends, no matter how many try to stop it.
Darkness comes from a closed harsh heart self-absorbed.
Darkness cannot feed, heal, bring understanding or give life.
Open the door, let in the light and darkness is diminished.
Open the door and loneliness and confusion evaporate.





It’s a bumpy road back to wholeness, walking out of the dark.
Another friend had finally reached the end of his welcome
With everyone around him. He bullied and condemned all
Who would not enable him. His father had taught him to hate women.
Since a teenager he abused drugs and alcohol – and people – twenty years.

His father was the source of his anger and confusion, a crushing manipulator.
When I met the man I realized he was insane, yet he had convinced all
Around him that everyone else was at fault. He harangued his wife
For so many years she finally had a nervous breakdown. He placed
Her on far too heavy medications and told everyone she was insane.
Their sons were confused, angry and resentful. Angry at the mother
They thought her weak not stopping the father’s condemnations.
With years of programming they believed all women were useless.





Then Flynt blew into my life like a storm, trying to dominate
Odious, hateful, high on five tabs of Ecstasy and drunk too.
Everyone tolerated him, his lousy attitude, he was top dog.
He was in my home bullying friends at a celebration.
Then he crossed the line with me by insulting my husband.

No one said a drunk was smart and it was then I decided
Flynt was going to get straight and sober. To this day he tells
The tale of when I physically bounced him out of my house,
Declaring, “You are not going to be an alcoholic, not on my watch!”

Of course, Flynt retaliated with convincing all his friends I was horrible.
They all talked bad about me; I ignored it. People who don’t respect
The truth and don’t have the courage to stand up for it are not friends.
People who will not stand up to alcoholics are not their friends;
They are their enablers, their weak accomplices. Flynt needed
Someone stronger willed than him, someone strong enough
To put her foot in his back and kick hard enough to get him
Across the finish line. Flynt’s new wife turned out to be a mini-me,
Her strong convictions made me smile I was so proud of her.
She would not tolerate his beatings, berating or hating her as a woman.
She left him twice in the first two years of marriage.





For Flynt that was finally it; he realized he did not want to be alone.
His wife and I and a few others kept praying love and light into him
To make him the right kind of strong, eroding the darkness in him.
Flynt has now been straight and sober for four years.
He quit talking harsh and hard-hearted about women and others.

It’s taking time, a lot of time and effort, yet he is doing well in his marriage.
He has finally faced the dark motives of his father and seen the truth.
As he walked away, spending less and less time with his toxic father
Flynt has grow stronger and more loving. He finally freed himself
And the rest of us. Flynt still doesn’t like me but he sure respects me,
Quick to remind all that he didn’t stay an alcoholic “on my watch.”




Photo by claudiogennari @ flickr


Are we a society that care too much about ourselves,
Refusing to risk anything for what matters more?

Real love for others is about risking your ego to be trounced and
Misunderstood and condemned by others who do not love.
Do it anyway. Maybe you will get lucky and someone will learn to live again.



Denny Lyon
Copyright 5 Feb 2010
All Rights Reserved


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In the news: Designer Alexander McQueen found dead, Flamboyant British fashion icon an apparent suicide at age 40


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Thursday, May 20, 2010

The Mystics Arrive

*** Who are the true mystics in this generation? How does a person develop into a mystic?

From Denny: The past couple of days I've been updating blog roll links on all my blogs and using the new "pages" feature Blogger has provided to help get those extra links off the sidebar and speed up our blogs. Answer: wonderful idea that works!

Recently, on The Healing Waters blog roll, I went and read some of their posts and was struck by how many who are promoting spirituality are also talking about their fears. So, I started thinking about where these various individuals were in their spiritual journeys, the cacophony of bizarre selling of spirituality on the web in general and this poem sprang to life this morning!





The Mystics Arrive


Where are all the mystics?
Do they live in this generation?
Are they developing as poets?

Free to comment upon life,
Free to explore their thoughts,
Free to grow unnoticed.





Where are the mystics?
Who are they in this generation?
Are they developing as businesses?

Mystics selling Law of Attraction.
Mystics selling e-books.
Mystics selling how-to books.

One good spiritual experience,
A flash of sudden awareness
They rush out selling prosperity.





One good spiritual experience
Where they intimately connected
To the Divine in an energy rush.

One good spiritual experience
Where now they are the experts
Spreading the news as they want it.

Do they realize they cheat themselves?
Do they realize they cheat others?
Do they know more than one experience?

The way of the mystic journeys slow.
It cannot be measured in one e-book.
It cannot be sold as Heaven on earth.





The life of the mystic whispers simple.
The eyes of the mystic behold the unseen.
The heart of the mystic absorbs the Divine.

The responsibility of the mystic is to
Live the Divine every breathing moment,
Unspoken, yet calling others to touch it too.

Where are the mystics?
They are everywhere around us,
Developing without knowing.





One day they cross the threshold,
Maturing into a simple person
Suddenly deeply aware of Life’s intent.

Then they go about correcting,
Reinventing themselves into better,
Revealing themselves as experts no more.

When the student is finally ready
The best teacher truly does appear.
The mystic unveils like a loving bride.





When it took knowing the ways of war,
Living in the darkest places of life,
Only then can we become a peacemaker.

So it is with the path of becoming a mystic.
First, we live in the foolish places of life,
Seeking profit and glory of self, the little one.

When one day all of humanity awakens
A collective awareness descends, joining One.
Connecting to the Divine is simple and lasting.



Denny Lyon
Copyright 19 Feb 2010
All Rights Reserved


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Photo Credits


Choices of a narrow path photo by Torley @ flickr

Blue mist waterfall photo by joiseyshowaa @ flickr

Grey mist waterfall fog photo by joiseyshowaa @ flickr

Whirlpool waterfall photo by forestgladesiwander @ flickr

Midnight walk photo by s.e. re @ flickr

Pathway into the light photo by James Jordan @ flickr







Monday, May 17, 2010

Pollen Storms





From Denny: It's been a tough three weeks with all the pollen in the air around here. The worst was the tiniest pollen you couldn't see but managed to infiltrate your brain like some Nature terrorist, smother your entire body and color your car and your life entirely yellow. :) It was slowing me down so much that this week's Libations Friday poem did not get out in time. In fact I actually wrote this poem a week later to plug back in here for this segment.

What's even more funny? As I was running this poem by my husband a few minutes ago for a critical ear, he had the back door open and in drifted - and floated lazily upon the warm air - all that dandelion fuzz as if to say, "You called us? We're available!" I think pollen "treats" are the new yard cats...

To keep your sense of humor during the pollen onslaught this season, read on... :)











Pollen Storms

Thinking about those Winds of Change,
Watching them swirl furiously in the air,
Pink and yellow stinging blizzards:

Beauty.







Everything was in the wind:
Drifting cherry blossom petals,
Dropping white dogwoods to flutter:

Seductively.








Those Winds of Change scratch our skin
They tear up our eyes, stinging, itching,
The pollen blizzards swing around corners:

Assailing.







Nature is on the move this Spring.
The glaciers melted rapidly, warming the earth,
The plants ramped up pollen production:

Gleefully.







Overwhelmed temporarily,
The Winds of Change will calm,
Washing Rain will drench the land:

Bliss.










Denny Lyon
Copyright 16 April 2010
All Rights Reserved


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*** This post was written 16 April 2010 over at The Social Poets blog at the height of pollen season! :)









Photo Credits


California wind surfing by kevincole @ flickr

Dandelion fuzz furball by Martino! @ flickr

Cherry blossoms by t_a_i_s @ flickr

I Heart Pollen by brookenovak @ flickr

Dogwood blooming by hlkljgk @ flickr

Afternoon rain by Sids1 @ flickr

Singing in the Rain by 1Happysnapper (photography) @ flickr

Spring storm in Buenos Aires by Irargerich @ flickr


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Friday, May 14, 2010

Honoring Ourselves

*** Are you honoring yourself every moment of your life?

From Denny: Recently I had one of those triumphant days when a friend broke through into a new realization of where fear had taken her was a place she did not find comfortable. There comes a time in our spiritual development that we cannot return to the "tried and true" of third dimensional thinking and doing. We must finally stop, be still, patient, learn to wait and trust. When we do, life falls into place faster and into a better fit.

Often we are restless but cannot pinpoint as to why. We rush off to solve our immediate problems by creating still another. Usually, it's best to stop long enough to listen inside ourselves to learn where we belong at each moment of our life. When we do, we ease into a harmonious perfect rhythm that enriches us on so many levels. Take the time to honor yourself today and grow in your awareness.






Honoring Ourselves






Today I was faraway deep in thought,
Tapping away the late winter sighs and
Pondering the way of honoring ourselves,
Gathering the movies of life in my mind.







I looked over my shoulder at the day that was
And smiled to the moments of the hours
That touched lightly in their passing each other,
Stepping the path of the footprints left behind.







The natural rhythms of the day progressed,
Cooking meals, cleaning dishes and laundry,
Working at the office, returning to reunite,
Unwinding into easy conversations enjoyed.







Pulling the warm covers over as we sleep,
Cats crawling up to claim their blanket spot,
We talk quietly aloud of our heart’s thoughts,
Easing from the day into the calming night.







Sliding into rest, our eyes flutter and close,
Our silent dreams liberated once again,
Our tour guide clutches us tightly as we
Journey on the wings of our thoughts.







The sights we see, all that’s imagined is true,
Collecting thoughts, creating fresh reality,
We spiral down through the dark to view,
Awakening to our creation of the new day.








Denny Lyon
Copyright 5 March 2010
All Rights Reserved

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PHOTO CREDITS

Eagle flying between day and dream Photo by alicepopkorn @ flickr
Oceans of waterfalls Photo by Big Jobs @ flickr

Peace found at the water's edge Photo by lepiaf.geo @ flickr

Daydreaming Tree sunset landscape Photo by Harold Laudeus @ flickr
Daydreaming in the fields Photo by h.koppdelaney @ flickr

Footprints within the dream Photo by lepiaf.geo @ flickr
Eagle gliding low over the ocean Photo by lepiaf.geo @ flickr

Awakening single flower Photo by Harold Laudeus @ flickr

Monday, May 10, 2010

The Smallest Earth Day Poem

From Denny: Since everyone is doing their part for Earth Day, as a poet, I thought my part would be to celebrate the smallest unsung heroes of the garden. They contribute so much to our lives through beautiful gardens and the food we love to cook. They work tirelessly beneath the ground, out of sight, yet are a wonder in their simplicity as devoted workers of the planet.

Enjoy the wonderful photos I found over at flickr. Click on the links to the photographers' pages and enjoy more beauty! Make every day Earth Day!





The Smallest Earth Day Poem





You know how it is when...
Winter fades away in the soft Spring rain.
They push up from the ground, flourishing.
Like most troubles they start small yet
Left alone, undisturbed, they grow fast and large:

Weeds in your garden.







You know how it is when...
It’s time to pull out the garden shovel
And dig up your weeding troubles,
Shaking the clay dirt off the clinging roots and
Carefully handling our world’s simple gift:

The carpenters of the soil, Earth worms.







I remember watching a movie
Called “Seven Years in Tibet”
And how a construction was halted
When the workmen found earth worms.
They tediously picked through the dirt,
Removing carefully each and every one,
Relocating them to a safer place.
I smiled as I found myself living
That same basic respect for the worms,
Carefully lifting them to safety as
I broke apart the dirt clods by hand.







Worms in Tibet or worms in Louisiana
Labor without tiring for us all over the world.
They peek their heads out of the soil
Wondering who was disturbing their toil.
Once covered by the calming layer of dirt
They return to their important work:

Respecting the land, doing their small part.





In the Universe of countless souls and busy lives
When something so small respects our living
Can we not equally respect their place in the world?
We can do good for the Earth just like the earth worm,
One small act at a time:


You know how it is...






Denny Lyon
Copyright 22 April 2010 - Earth Day
All Rights Reserved


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Photo Credits

Butterfly on Spring clover by tanakawho @ flickr

Red shoes gardening by celine nadeau @ flickr

Unfurling fern as first sign of Spring by backpackphotography @ flickr

Busy earth worm by meaduva @ flickr

Rain bucket and flower by backpackphotography @ flickr

Japanese garden waterfall by backpackphotography @ flickr


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