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In remembrance of Me (Christ Jesus, Isa, son of Miriam).
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'Be merciful, as your Master (Lord) is merciful.' - Isa, Jesus, son of Mary
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<a href="#quattro"
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>Your- do not be afraid. Take courage.
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Your father, who is in Heaven, your Father
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is given great happiness to give you'
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the kingdom' (as Scriptures have on record)
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:-) ^_^
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<p>
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Blessed art thou, father in Heaven.
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our one and only Father.
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our one and only father, blessed art
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thou.
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ruler of the universe (and
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everything in it)
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hallowed is thy name.
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thy kingdom come!
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</p>
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<a href="#five">'How do we know when we have reached perfect love? When there is no
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more fear' (from Scriptures)</a>
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</p>
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<div id="quattro">
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<p>Dear Diary,
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Strangled and a-ware /
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I comb fingers in-to ash /
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as I dis-ap-pear
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<br/><br/>
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They fold the-ir hands /
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As they sit a-cross from me /
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How do I praise G!d
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<br/><br/>
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They came on a day /
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When it was cold and wind-less /
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They came suddenly
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<br/>
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Tiles and small stock-piles /
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Bring on a cas-cade of fear /
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and the stop in me
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<br/>
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<br/>
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They pushed some bis-cuit /
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and mix-ture to me at tea /
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They shan't break my fast!
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<br/>
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<br/>
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On a ce-real crack /
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The rai-sin traced me as best /
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as a dry <strike>hump</strike>lump
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can
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<br/><br/>
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The wild crane stands fast /
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A-mong te rol-ling grass field /
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As he jour-neys past
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<br/><br/>
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They are in a war /
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They are wield-ing seen weapons /
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But we, un-seen, win
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They are in a war /
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They are seen wielding weapons /
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But we win, unseen
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To make a dam burst /
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It is im-por-tant to risk /
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Flood-ing the ri-ver
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How many swallows /
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Follow the si-lence as well /
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As a stag-nant pond?
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<br/><br/>
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How many swallows follow the
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selection of an old
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stagnant
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pond?
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<br/><br/>
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Day comes and night goes /
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Silk-i-ly e-nough on wings /
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of a red fea-ther
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<br/><br/>
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The bumblebee flies /
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Listening to the sounds of snorts /
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and grumbling hammers
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<br/><br/>
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<i>from the writer: Lest they
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tramply on them, and then turn
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and attack you, do not set
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your pearls before swine.'
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(hur-hur-huk) (laughing)
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This is from Scriptures.
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</i>
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The bumblebee flies /
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But tastes its own honey in /
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no such haste as Man
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On the equator
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/ of a rectangle that curls
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/ up leaving I
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<strike>you</strike>,
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me
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<br/><br/>
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Isn't it curious?
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In between the lines the bird /
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Makes its victory
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</p>
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<p>
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</p>
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</div>
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<div id="five">
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<p>
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Dear Diary,
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How are you? May peace be with you
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in the name of the Lord Christ Jesus.
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</p>
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<p>If I had a wing / I would not flap but / boldly cover me
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</p>
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<p>
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<i>from the writer: If G[!]d had a wing / would He use it
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to carry / The sound of the trees
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</i>
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</p>
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<p>
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Am I so vulnerable
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<br/><br/>
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<i>from the writer: 'With gladness I boast about thorn
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in flesh (that was given to me to torment me, and to keep
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me from being proud - a messenger of the one who calls himself
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the Angel of Light), delight in weaknesses, and gladly boast
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about troubles, persecutions, oppression from people unknown
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and known to me, hardships, emotional turns and swoops and
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flights, tribulations, for the sake of the One with the Name
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(Christ).' (from Scriptures)
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</i>
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<br/><br/>
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Am I so vulnerable that a[n] offer of a mixture is
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deceiving
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and
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tempting? Are you?
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They have familiarity with toxins. It's so embittering,
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disappointing and upsetting! Oh!
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</p>
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<p>from the writer: 'Remorseful, huh. Regrets? Or not? For the sake
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of the Christ, huh. The Anointed One who calls himself the
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son of Man. "Three times I asked the Lord to remove it
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from me. What? The thing causing (me) pain. The thorn in flesh.
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He said: My grace is sufficient for you. Good enough. Enough for
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you, my grace is. My power is greatest in weakness.
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(as has been recorded in Scriptures)
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"'</p>
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</p>
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<p>On the day of the Sabbath, Shaddai settles into his [or His]
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resting place after his work of the Creation.
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<p>The awesome G!d is with you, Diary, and He will
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<strike>peso</strike> personally go ahead of you before them.
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Oh, such mercy, as Pope Francis said: so much mercy, especially
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for confessors!
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<p>G!d sent four former high school
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</p>
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<p><i>from the writer: (laughing) hur-hur-hur-hur. Four... form.. er...
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form-er... four.. form... four... for... It's too funny! :-D ^.^ (still
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laughing) ha- G!D is better comedian than I am :-D Thanks, Daddy :-) ^.^
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>.<
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</i>
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</p>
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<p>
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G!d sent four former high school friends to me in the evening.
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When I looked on the gifts which one brought to me, I saw the
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words: 'When you only see one set of footprints in
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the sand, it is because I was carrying you.' That was awesome!
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</p>
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<p>
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Scripture says that you ought to
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say, 'If this is G!d's will, we will
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live and also do this or that,' instead
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of boasting that tomorrow you will
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go to this or that city, live there for
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a few years and make a profit. This is a
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reminder from G!d to me about my limits
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and capabilities.
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<p>You are <strike>like</strike> an open
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book, Diary, and I trust G!d will involve
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you in his [or His]
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plan as he [or He] sees fit.
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</p>
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<p>
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I received many blessings from the Father
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today. I am especially grateful as I had prayed
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to die, earlier.
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<p>G!d is telling me that there is more
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to me that he sees, other than what I see[,] and what they see.
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The word of G!d is a lamp unto thy path[,] and a
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light unto thy feet.
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<strike>(Psalms</strike>
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The context is the words I saw earlier in a [']Christian[']
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publication, on the trees and tents that G!d sees in a group
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of wanderers and ex-slaves.
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</p>
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They call for bed-time / <br/>
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On a summer night in trop-ics / <br/>
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What a silent moon!
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<p><i>
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From the writer: they call for bed-time / on a Sabbath that Lord rules /
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how patient Lord is!
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</i>
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</p>
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