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Telling Tales and Whispering Secrets 

A bit of fantasy alongside the current human condition

 

 

A daily blog of Short Stories - Essay - Writer's Musings

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When the Foot Reaches the Mouth

 

 

Perce's elbows are plastered to her side, riding center of the back seat though is doesn't have anything to do with her being the middle child. To her left, her dreamy good looking guitarist in the band. Her BF to her right, her bestie A.

 

"Shotgun," Junior, the drummer, always calls it first.

 

At the helm of the old Pontiac Tempest Chris, lead singer, steers with his knee.

 

 

Persephone's feeling the giggles as something arbitrary comes to her ever charged mind.

 

A elbows her, "What?" smiling. "Just tell us."

 

Perce goes for it without truly letting the idea sink in.

 

The surface of the view floating about she asks, "What is the worst name you could give child? Like ever?"

 

The seats squeak as all but the driver turns to Perce with a faces reading, "Where is this going?"

 

Not bothering to read the energy around her, Perce reveals her thought in a blast, "Eunis!! E-u-n-i-s. Isn't that just the worst?"

 

 

Chris's eyes bulge from the rearview his head is subtly shaking back and forth. A's elbow hits the ribs with a sharp painful blow. Persephone looks to Zachary in confusion. Her boyfriend uses his finger and traces it across his neck. Persephone withers as she looks around.

 

Confused by what she'd call over-reacting, she senses a slow deliberate movement from the front seat.

 

Junior's body turns before his head, his drumsticks fisted in his left hand. His piercing eyes' finally meet Persephone. His lips a straight line.

 

He rests his right elbow on the seat and points his sticks at Perce. Drumming them up and down at her receding chin, he shakes his head. Perce's eyes show fear. Her Bestie locks elbows with her showing solidarity.

 

Junior flashes the drumsticks about an inch from Persephone's nose as Zachary leans into toward his perplexed girlfriend.

 

 

Junior quietly states, "That's my sister's name." and then turns around.

 

Chris, A and Zach state in unison, "She didn't know."

 

Persephone leans in to neutralize the situation. Chris' stealth head shake in the rearview has her slowly sitting back taking a moment to consider before responding.

 

The front leather seats begin to squeak as Junior's shoulders shake up and down.

 

Perce smacks him, "Geez! You had me going. I mean, of course, no one would name their kid, Eunis."

 

"Shut it. It IS her name." Junior states while facing forward letting it go.

 

The remaining three look to Persephone as if she's just won something.

 

 

Realizing, she's not coming back from failing to filter her ever racing mind, Perce smiles.

 

She's human. Seven Brides for Seven Brothers swirling about in her head.

 

 

Does your mind race a bit these days?

Just sayin'

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She's a real Gem | Solitary Alchemist

 

 

Going within, she makes her way slow and steady down into the deep dark cavern that is akin to black Kyanite. Persephone senses the cords, aliens, entities, beings are holding a convention in her inner world.

 

She's been neglecting her energy spending more time in the mind, less in the heart-space.

 

 

 

A fog surrounds.

 

The clouds surreptitious. 

 

When swimming in the soup, she's unaware of the dynamic.

 

 

 

The lack of balance causes small tears and holes about her field. Her own well cared for energy seeps out into the ether tagging along with passing beings. Others, sensing there is a port of call with no docking fees, stream through the open spaces.

 

 

The inky stone cave slams her into self.

 

Her feet paddle across the sharp feathered shards of making up the stone floor. From heel to toe, she's drawn within with each step. as her soul descends into corporeal space, Perce's glad to be home.

 

Her energetic state clear but not whole, Perce makes ascends from her cleansing cave as light as a feather.

 

Her feet hovering just above ground, she looks up toward the cavern's opening high above her. The light welcomes.

 

 

 

With Blue Kyanite, she searches through the center of her being balancing the cores while calling her energy to return. She calls in, pauses and then asks... and then calls again aware. Her familiar energy streams inward. All energy sent is received in the exact same condition it was in when directed outward.

 

She owns, responsible for her whole self.

 

 

 

Persephone's power center lights up as each chakra space illuminates spinning both below and above. The colors calm as a flood of equanimity charges through her inner world.

 

Tuning in she's turning on.

 

Centered. Waiting. Patient.

 

 

 

 

Keeping it simple, she places her magickal stones, Jet and Aragonite, within her body space.

 

The Jet is softly grounding reminding Persephone that she has an ethereal tribe supporting her energy management system. The Aragonite repairs her auric field allowing Persephone to open her discerning heart-space.

 

The holes and tears gone, the energetic layers of skin smooth.

 

 

 

Now able to breathe deeply, she's breaking free to roam and be inspired.

 

 

Efforts no longer misdirected.

 

Breaking the chains lifting higher.

 

 

 

She's fully aware of her tribe surfacing.

 

All in right timing.

 

In tune with solipsism and self care, for now.

 

 

 

 

Always mesmerized by the media surrounding the Tucson gem show -inspires.

 

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

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Course Correcting | New Horizons

 


Perce's within peace
Amongst pines she walks clears mind
Course corrects, begins

 

 

 

 

Be seeing you next Tuesday.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

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Take Flight | Feels

 

 

Persephone notices the mundane items about her abode. What she ordinarily breezes around, she's clearly aware. Typical objects seem to be calling for her discernment.

 

She dives into the huge white lacquer bookshelf and before she's totally in awareness, Perce has tivvied up a huge space. Books aligned, 'specially items artfully arranged. Many pieces have been set aside for repurposing by another. Research sits quietly along the two bottom shelves their binders accessible with ease.

 

Perce cruises through her already minimalist modern space nixing everything that hasn't been given time nor energy in the past six months or so. She doesn't express a one day thought as the she breezes through making great effort to effectively organize as she progresses.

 

Perce now senses the new space as hers. She senses possibilities have been uncovered.

Smartening up the place.

 

 

About her day, she's Sunday relaxing: writing, reading, doing a bit; mostly, just being.

 

In a flash of conception, a feeling begins to rise. She can see it as well as feel it. She smiles. It's not a place or a time, it is surety that she will be energetically mobile, about very soon.

 

Her energy expands as Perce sits quietly with the what if. She doesn't need to know any details right now. Persephone's not planning a thing. She's to carefully maintain and pluck emerging energetic threads exploring frequencies and vibrations awaiting moments of alignment.

 

Already soaring.

 

As Perce sits with the sense that some sort of liberation has already taken place, a story materializes. In repose, she watches it play out. It's a bit scary, well she's told these style stories she writes are quite terrifying. As she's lived in a funeral home, the dead don't frighten her so much.

 

"Fire of conception." She declares out loud her fingers are going for her phone.

 

Taking action, she quickly organizes the characters, plot and setting into a synopsis. Persephone sits with the developing thriller as it continues to unfold. Going about her days, she dictates here and there until it's in a place where the next step will be to write it.

 

Freedom subjective.

 

 

 

Feeling the impetus to break free? 

 

 

Be seeing you tomorrow.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 80 of 365 OrbitChere Hughes

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Day Dreams | Manner of life

 


As she goes about her business, Persephone finds herself in reverie during daylight hours. Walking along the sidewalk she navigates icy patches noticing the abstract patterns created. She laughs at her proclivity for perceiving anthropomorphic forms.

 

As she's making her way to the local on Leroux to procure a sage bundle, Perce passes tourists carrying paper cups of coffee bundled as if they are on the slopes of the mountain town's resort. Navy peacoat, red and black paisley wool scarf and soft warm leather gloves serve her well.

 

Her specs have gone quite dark in the sun. Considering downtown streets' patterns in the snow is that of boots, she checks her phone for the temp. Pressing the cloud/sun icon, Perce smiles at the cool 17 degree weather as Sol shines reflecting as if it is a summer day.

 

Perspective.

 

 

Passing time, Persephone checks out finds at the thrift store on Beaver. The shop has been rearranged quite beautifully so her mind swirls about for the reasons why. Have they sold out or new management perhaps? She doesn't care enough to ask, just wonders a bit and then, allows the thought to float away as if a slight breeze arose. Instead, Perce enjoys the visuals.

 

For certain, she'd like a jacket. Black. Something that would align with her jeans and button downs, Converse. Cruising through, she spies a tall slender Japanese fountain that a friend would love. There's 50s chocolate leather chairs that would serve someone's retro cool style if they didn't look like they'd been fished from the dumpster.

 

Breezing upstairs, she checks out the ties as she often spies something Hepcat for three bones or so. Nope. Not this time. The first couple of rooms don't interest Perce so much. Making her way to the queue of jackets. Her hand reaches out brushing the black jackets in her size. A simple wool Talbots with gold buttons meets her tingling fingers and she knows she's discovered her intention.

 

Procured.

 


Walking home, Persephone's bags swing at her side as she leaps over puddles. She watches the pines shake off the snow. A mist of white glides through the air shimmering like magick. The trees shush a bit as if relieved to be free of the weight.

 

As the flurries have been on the ground for a while, the mounds are laced with darkness along the roadways. Perce isn't bothered by the contrast instead appreciating another opportunity to find shapes and forms in the distinctions.

 

The neighborhood cats make their way across the snow covered road as if it's a balmy afternoon. Persephone questions whether their paws are freezing cold as their pads remind her of the heels of those upright.


Atmosphere.

 

 

Inspiration surrounds dreamers.

 

 

 

And tomorrow.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 79 of 365 Orbit

 

PS- Poe's quote inspires today.

 

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Quiet Places | Shining Through

 

 

Winter's light crests just above freezing. The bright sun doesn't penetrate the snowy ice instead reflecting a promising glare.

 

Icy brilliance.

 

 

Persephone thrives in wintertime.

 

Her mind clear with energy for days, she goes about in weather. Lovely snow flurries inspire laughter as the flakes catch in her lashes.

 

Clear days, her glasses quickly darken as she penguin walks on the ice packed snow. Her boots squeak and crunch as Perce's tall dark Hunter's navigate the mostly covered sidewalks with ease.

 

Warmth within.

 

 

Inside, the smoke rises from mesquite suggesting cozy space. Persephone lights candles. The mood shifts calm playful as the flames dance about. Outside the window, sun begins to circle round, the light piercing sheers.

 

Violet thrives in indirect light. Her furry green leaves shimmer purple as she's leaning into nourishment. Beside her, a sidekick its leaves seeking light growing like a teen.

 

As sun is down, wooden shades close for the night.

 

 

 

 

We'll be seeing you tomorrow.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 78 of 365 Orbit

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Still Dark | Mostly Within

 

As the year sets off with planetary alignments, the stars taking the lead in the story, she's slow to consecrate her intends. They come to her in succinct sentences breathing deeply. Persephone chews on them a bit going-in, feeling the core of the value.

 

Then, a couple of words go on a tiny sticky until they are to be etched into the scrolls that will serve throughout the year. The small box, made of cloves, purchased from a museum store way back when serves as their casket.

 

As Perce considers the sentiments within, she's less inclined to include material or corporeal intents as this is a Capricornian year. She's certain the manner in which she intends to feel will manifest in her consciousness as something tangible.

 

 

A sticky summons her on a particular day.  Making intentional moves, she steps into the process. The vintage paper strip is brought out with a particular pencil. The paper is old and was found hiding in the basement of a mansion during an estate sale. She sensed it was intended for her particular use.

 

"How much is this?" Perce inquires holding out the old water stained box.

 

"Take it along with anything else in the canned storage room." The seller gestures towards a load of rubbish mostly from the 50s – 70s piled upon the shelves inside the cool damp room.

 

Persephone smiles. "Thanks." Walking away with a sealed box of textured Speedball typing paper. She is confident it is in pristine condition.

 

 

The pencil in her hand gleams silver with that perfect 1950s blue on the other end, the Cross engraving gives it a name. Each time she scribes specially with this implement, she remembers Mary and Ruby. On her high school graduation, they handed her a small neatly wrapped gift. Inside, a cool retro style navy blue box was lined with light blue linen. Her pencil nested inside.

 

"We've never used it. We know how you like things and thought this would be perfect." Mary's pointing to the pencil.

 

"It's most perfect!" Persephone wraps her arms around her aunts in turn.

 

 

Accouterment at the ready, she spins a short yarn that embodies her intention. Using her pencil, she turns the old into a scroll and wraps her talisman thrice with twine. Stone and tiny charms are tucked within. The ends folded in, she seals them with wax.

 

Anointed, they rest upon her year's stones that represent Capricorn energy. When the scroll calls to her, it is carefully placed in the small clove box resting with others on a bed of the spice.

 

So it is.

 

 

I hope your 2020 intentions are going swimmingly.

There's time. All in good time.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 77 of 365 Orbit 

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Inner Journey | Present

  

As yards remain with snow, the roads clear. Journeying out for lunch it's still a very short drive as the sidewalks are unpredictable.

 

Considered within.

 

 

Parking two wheels on the icy snow on the asphalt closest the curb. Transverse icy patch to the sidewalk. On Leroux, it's a short jaunt to Aspen in order to catch the hidden alleyway to SaSoba.

 

Target Lunch and a chat.

 

 

Rich meaty noodle soup that warms bones clearing the mind in juxtaposition with cool crisp seaweed noodle salad.

 

Satiated.

 

 

Considerations. In the middles. What ifs. It wills. Thought still in process. Ebb and flow.

 

Catching up leads to a trip to the thrift store.

 

 

Navigating our way across the icy parking lot, no need to lock the auto.  Much to find; however, an inky Talbot's blazer with gold button is procured for a sweet price. Comrade spies the coolest fountain, tabletop tall Japanese.

 

Pleased.

 

 

Running errands, the drivers allow space for traffic to merge onto the road.

Coast remains clear in right timing. The gas cap with a history of a bit of a hitch opens smoothly.

 

Accomplishment.

 

 

Our inner world always in play. Perhaps we decide what the outer looks like, yeah?

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 76 of 365 Orbit

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Sacred Pool | Inner Journey Pt. 3

 

The Journey began last week here on my blog with "Illuminating the Path." 

 

 

The Sacred Pool's silky water's temperature aligns with Persephone as she continues her walk to the center. At the under water's cliff edge, she raises her wand, "Duck feather's." she quietly expresses with a flick.

 

Confidently, she steps into the abyss with her left slippered foot. Her body slowly readjusts to a supine position floating at the pools surface.

 

"Much thanks." She extends a smile of gratitude to the water element beneath her.

 

The meditative process takes much from her. Perce's aware that some of the pool's energies have transformed since her last visit. She is not certain the vibrations are in complete alignment with her intentions. She considers them questions.

 

"Are you ready to release this pattern? Or does it still lie within your 'wheelhouse?" Perce is not sure it is her own manifestations projecting.

 

No answer.

 

 

When walking toward the center of her meditation space, she spied tools lying lazily on the pool's shore. Persephone ascertains whether these tools were discarded by another being. Perhaps energies left for particular use for the next visitor to this sacred space. Or maybe they are indeed manifestations of her subconscious. That is mirrors of the unresolved within.

 

Before beginning her meditation, Perce considers each tool in turn so to clear the space for her intended work. She brings her awareness to her mind's eye. With adept precision, she lowers her consciousness into the pool. Surrounded by the conducting element of within, flowing water, she inspects the contents of the pool.

 

 

The blade, an alchemist's tool for working with the element of air. She considers her breath. The sympathetic rhythm in tune with deep meditation, she is not in need. Next, Perce queries Spirit. The threads are sure, she is in alignment. Perce's still not certain so she checks in with her mind. In equanimity, safe, curious supported by her Shaman's Stone and Ammonite.

 

 

"Next." Persephone quietly calls. It perturbs her as the items are sequestering time.

 

The challis bumps up against her submerged shadow. She queries the golden form's vibration for use.

 

"Watery…" Perce ponders, "I'm surrounded by it. Need I consider more? The flow?"

 

She lingers on the challis with her emotional compass in mind. Feeling into a powerful space, she clearly sees her guides, Aldwine, her scepter and Akashics. She feels connected and loved. Her Green Chert and Smoky Quartz point further support her sensitivity.

 

"Nope." The challis finds another home at the bottom of the pool, nestled in the sand, still in proximity to the blade.

 

 

With an uninterested sigh, Perce sets out to examine the set of runes lying farthest from her. Her ghost-like form swims to them in lieu of calling them in. She reaches out to take one of the ivory stone tiles in her spirit-hand when an eerie vibration stirs the soft silty bottom of the pool, the runes barely visible.

 

With one rune stone in her hand, Persephone uses her mind's eye to seek out its source. Nothing from below the surface. Perce realizes this energy is mucking about in her as above conscious space as well.

 

Her shadow-spirit below begins to rise to the surface meeting the light, awareness.

 

 

As she's reconnected to the corporeal form floating on the surface of the Sacred Pool, Perce takes a moment to breathe integrating what just occurred. Slowly, she opens her eyes to the bright sunny sky above. She feels the safety her buoyant gown about her.  Her wand is held in her left hand with the Shaman's Stone. The Ammonite is softly clutched in her right hand.

 

Perce comes to a sitting, treading water pose, and looks up to her tools. They stand ready, her staff gesturing she use her yew wand if need be. She believes her Akashics are not for this exercise. She nods in return that she's okay.

 

Turning toward Aldwine above her, she sees he's standing his head down as he's watching over his charge.

 

"What is it?" Persephone asks her spirit guide.

 

"Look to the dark spaces around the pool. You will find the disturbance there."

Aldwine is clearly concerned. "You can do this P."

 

Perce's not so sure, but decides to give it a go and returns assent to her Lynx guide.

 

 

Slowly turning her head, she seeks what's lurking in the shadows. Perce blinks shocked by what she sees. Ghostly faces, the same face repeated. She recognizes the face, but is not certain where she's seen it before.

 

"Have I dreamt this face? Is it from something I've researched? Has this being been at the pool when I was here before?" Perce's running through all the options she can think of.

 

Panicking, her heavy gown begins to lose its buoyancy dragging Perce under. Footing is not an option as the center of the pool's depth is unknown. She struggles to break the surface. Her legs catch in the layers of skirting. In terror, she's lost her tools.

 

A burst of bubbles erupt next to her. Perce is so frightened, she stills. The back of her collar is taken in the jaws of the large cat. Persephone is quickly brought to the surface. With a loud gasp, she takes in air. Her mind goes to the offered blade she didn't keep at her side.

 

Aldwine swims to the shallows where Perce finds purchase and crawls to the shore. Rolling onto the sand, she covets the oxygen surrounding her. Persephone looks to her guide, wraps her sleeve soaked arms around her the soft cat and begins to weep.

 

"There. There P," Aldwine purrs to calm Persephone. "You are quite safe."

 

 

Part 4 tomorrow as Perce problem solves.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 75 of 365 Orbit

 

Ps-

Goddess Journey Project:
Filled with small details telling stories with colors, objects and symbols, Chere weaves the tale of the Goddess and the path to harmony within.

* Check out the series here on her blog

 

Also, I will be going this week to talk about Alchemy and how it inspires my fantasy Sci Fi writing. This new series is a reflection of the craft.

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Sacred Pool | Inner Journey Pt. 2

 

The Journey began last week here on my blog with "Illuminating the Path."

 

 

 

"Where? Where are you Aldwine?" Persephone is kneeling before her suitcase looking around the perimeter of the blue green pool.

 

Her eyes pass a ledge. She quickly returns to it doing a double take, "What? Wow! Aldwine, you're so… so furry." Her mouth akin to a cod fish.

 

"Close your mouth. Yes, it is I. I wasn't so sure you would carry my energetic thread along with you to the pool." He licks his meaty Lynx paw and blinks like a satisfied kitty.

 

Perce's not sure how this is going to go. "So you're happy with the manifestation?" One leap and he's on top of her, claws and all.

 

"I am." Aldwine nods.

 

Persephone expresses a long sigh for she's been holding her breath, "Whew!" her left hand goes to her heart, "Good." Smiling with a nod.

 

Perce considers the manifestation carefully. The Lynx visits her often during her journeys. As a psychic protector supporting her wellbeing: a sense of equanimity in mind, emotions and body.

 

Nodding to Aldwine who gestures she should proceed, she opens her case. Retrieving smudging tools as she calls in from the bottomless case, Perce cleanses her sacred space with Palo Santo and Sweetgrass. With intention, she covers her body, mind and spirit with the calming smoke. She blows a waft Aldwines way with a playful smile. The familiar smell brings her to present with her workings. Her spirit guide witnessing her ritual.

 

As this container is maintained by the elements and the Goddess, she is here to inner journey visiting the within that is to integrate for wisdom in present time.

 

For Aldwine, she places her left hand in the silk lined leather case. With a drawing motion, she requests a feathery light clear rough Golden Amber as it is his totem along with a pink spotted-brown/black Leopardskin jasper stone. Both stones, to maintain the thread between her and her spirit guide during her time in the pool.

 

She holds them up to the interested huge kitty on the other side of the small pool. "Yeah?"

 

He nods his purr reverberating off the stone walls.

 

 

She places her index finger to her mouth considering what magicks she should bring with her as she goes within, deep within. Her finger flies to the air as she takes in a breath. She's got it.

 

Left hand back in the old case, she claws at the lining, asking. When drawing out her hands, she palms jade colored Green Chert for spatial care, black Tourmaline for stability and safe return, and lastly, a chocolatey Smokey Quartz point to keep anything not for Perce's highest good at bay.

 

"Nice…" She's all-in with the process speaking only to herself.

 

The space managed with great care, Persephone slowly goes into her ritual case summoning holding her left hand inside touching nothing. Two small items meet her hand pulsing a quick blistering heat.

 

Perce grasps them in response. Hopeful, she closes her eyes and places them to her heart center. Slowly opening her hand, she takes a peek. Her swirling nautilus slice of Ammonite and cleverly shaped cloudy Shaman's Stone rests in the center of her palm.

 

Placing her right hand over her left, she extends gratitude for the process. Eyes to the sky, calm, smile on her face, "Thank you." she whispers.

 

Next, she quickly pulls a green bees wax rolled pillar candle and a light colored ritual cloth along with her anointing oil from her case.

 

Closing the lid, she taps the top and chimes, "Thanks!" sealing her suitcase of magicks.

 

Stones anointed, they are placed on a large sacred rock, well special to her as she's used it many times. Her candle is lit, fire.

 

The Ammonite and Shaman's Stone remain in her palms.

Looking up to another ledge above her, she spies her scepter lazily leaning against the stone wall. She asks. "Say… I cannot possibly hold you while meditating in the water. A smaller version please?"

 

A perfectly sized yew wand appears in her left hand.

 

"Thank you." she smiles and nods.

 

Book(s) begins to stir floating next to her long wooden staff. Perce responds. "Yes, but not yet. I'll let you know."

 

Persephone stands, her gleaming gown's skirts fall around her. Her soft slippers now under water as she slowly makes her way to the center of Sacred Pool.

 

 

Part 3 tomorrow, Perce's going within. See you then.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 74 of 365 Orbit

 

Ps-

Goddess Journey Project:
Filled with small details telling stories with colors, objects and symbols, Chere weaves the tale of the Goddess and the path to harmony within.

* Check out the series here on her blog

 

Also, I will be going this week to talk about Alchemy and how it inspires my fantasy Sci Fi writing. This new series is a reflection of the craft.

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