My friend is doing the triathlon on Monday. An amazing feat. I am always struck by the versatility and resilience that it takes to shift from swimming to biking to running. It is complicated. Those transitions and the shift from one race to another are demanding.
I cannot be there at this race, but I have been standing on the sidelines, cheering you on in many much more demanding races over the years. I have noticed your resilience and perserverance in the many transitions and challenges of your life. There have been lots of steep hills and shifting gears. Whole ways of moving have had to be changed as the race has moved in different directions and over different terrain. You have adapted and moved with faithfulness and commitment through the rough cold waters, windy steep roads and hard pavement of life. You have stumbled and fallen along the way. Some roads have been rerouted and others closed. There have been disappointments and frustrations. It has been hard when it seems like others go running by. The race is very different than the one you had dreamed of being on. You have shifted and kept on going.
I have noticed. I have prayed and I have cheered you on.
Enjoy the race on Monday. Take a snapshot in your heart and mind to hold as an encouragement and inspiration for the less obvious but no less demanding and challenging and worthwhile race that you run each day.
Friday, 31 August 2012
Thursday, 30 August 2012
Comparative Shopping
We have moved from home projects into the shopping mall, along with masses of other back to school shoppers. As we strode through the stores with list in hand, looking out for as many second pair fifty percent off deals as we could, I was reminded of my children's propensity for family shopping.
All of my children by adoption were adopted as older kids. Several had several tries with different families. They were all consulted about what kind of families that they would like. I still sometimes observe them checking and comparing the family deals in moments of glazed reflection. When in doubt, I always wonder out loud about what they are thinking and help them name their feelings. Sure enough, we laugh together about the missed possibilities for families. Other families most likely could afford phones on the back to school list. Some might allow sleepovers, dating and have less strict guidelines. Some families go on fun and exotic holidays all over the world.
One of my children has been particularly specific about families that still might hold possibility for her. One particular family is young and dynamic. They really are wonderful people. They show care and interest in her and have many interesting and fun dollar store sensory toys. I love them too. They will also adopt one day. My daughter does have great taste in families! I join the musing with her to help keep her company in these times of wondering and insecurity. She even facebooked them a while back expressing her penchant for family shopping and asking them when she could date if she joined their family. When a clear answer of 26 came back on the computor she told them she would have to reconsider.
Feeling settled and secure takes many many years. Some uncertainly may always be there. As a parent, that can bring up our own insecurities. We may have to gulp down our own pride. No one family can give our kids all they need. We need to keep on affirming that we will never let our kids go. We talk about how no family is perfect. All families have both good and bad. Use these moments to come alongside and listen carefully for the pain underneath. Help our kids draw in other interesting adults in their lives to help support and care for them, but keep affirming the special bond of the family that is their very own. They need to hear our expressions of love and commitment in many ways over and over.
All of my children by adoption were adopted as older kids. Several had several tries with different families. They were all consulted about what kind of families that they would like. I still sometimes observe them checking and comparing the family deals in moments of glazed reflection. When in doubt, I always wonder out loud about what they are thinking and help them name their feelings. Sure enough, we laugh together about the missed possibilities for families. Other families most likely could afford phones on the back to school list. Some might allow sleepovers, dating and have less strict guidelines. Some families go on fun and exotic holidays all over the world.
One of my children has been particularly specific about families that still might hold possibility for her. One particular family is young and dynamic. They really are wonderful people. They show care and interest in her and have many interesting and fun dollar store sensory toys. I love them too. They will also adopt one day. My daughter does have great taste in families! I join the musing with her to help keep her company in these times of wondering and insecurity. She even facebooked them a while back expressing her penchant for family shopping and asking them when she could date if she joined their family. When a clear answer of 26 came back on the computor she told them she would have to reconsider.
Feeling settled and secure takes many many years. Some uncertainly may always be there. As a parent, that can bring up our own insecurities. We may have to gulp down our own pride. No one family can give our kids all they need. We need to keep on affirming that we will never let our kids go. We talk about how no family is perfect. All families have both good and bad. Use these moments to come alongside and listen carefully for the pain underneath. Help our kids draw in other interesting adults in their lives to help support and care for them, but keep affirming the special bond of the family that is their very own. They need to hear our expressions of love and commitment in many ways over and over.
Pruning
It is our last day doing heavy gardening with our boys. They head off on new adventures of their own this weekend.
Today I got out my pruning manual. It is very comprehensive and detailed. Pruning is more complicated than most of gardening. Each plant, bush and tree needs to be pruned differently and at different times of the year. Some things can be cut with hedge clippers, others like rhododendrons need each branch cut uniquely, and others like lilacs can have whole trunks removed. Sometimes things are pruned in early spring, and sometimes it really doesn't matter.
Personal preferences also influence pruning. Some people like everything closely manicured, and others like the more free and easy look. I like the relaxed look where things blend nicely with each other, but sometimes that takes even more skill to prune and open things up for the sun and air without making it look like they have been pruned!
Us people all need pruning too. We are complicated and all different. As parents we sometimes unconsciously 'prune' our children like we were 'pruned'. Sometimes we prune too much and sometimes not enough. Many kids are very resilient, but often it is particularly challenging to help shape and prune kids who have been adopted. Many kids look superficially like they really need a severe pruning job as soon as they come to live with us. After all, we need to set the tone. Start off strong. Give a good prune so they can get in shape. Most often, we must resist this urge to prune right away. While the kids may seem strong and resilient and out of shape, often they do not have the root structure and support to survive very much pruning. They have actually been pruned to almost extinction before they have ever come to us. All the leggy growth and bravado and challenging behaviour is only covering up extremely poor self esteem and any sense of self. They are in high alert and ready to run from any perceived danger. Wait before trying to change much. Get help to give you perspective about how to deal with challenging behaviours. Try to understand what is driving behaviour. Focus on the really important things, like discovering what you really like about your child and helping them to see some great parts of themselves that nobody else has noticed or recognized. Work on strengths. Get help and support for your own self so you have the energy and insight to consciously and carefully parent in thoughtful and healthy ways. Resist the urge to do any changing of anyone in the early months. Focus on fertilizing and building up and enjoy watching your family garden unfold. Be gentle with yourself and with your kids. No good gardener prunes when the plants are under stress. Remember the garden will look different from your neighbours. There will be more weeds and it will be more wild. Find the beauty and growth for all in the wild.
Today I got out my pruning manual. It is very comprehensive and detailed. Pruning is more complicated than most of gardening. Each plant, bush and tree needs to be pruned differently and at different times of the year. Some things can be cut with hedge clippers, others like rhododendrons need each branch cut uniquely, and others like lilacs can have whole trunks removed. Sometimes things are pruned in early spring, and sometimes it really doesn't matter.
Personal preferences also influence pruning. Some people like everything closely manicured, and others like the more free and easy look. I like the relaxed look where things blend nicely with each other, but sometimes that takes even more skill to prune and open things up for the sun and air without making it look like they have been pruned!
Us people all need pruning too. We are complicated and all different. As parents we sometimes unconsciously 'prune' our children like we were 'pruned'. Sometimes we prune too much and sometimes not enough. Many kids are very resilient, but often it is particularly challenging to help shape and prune kids who have been adopted. Many kids look superficially like they really need a severe pruning job as soon as they come to live with us. After all, we need to set the tone. Start off strong. Give a good prune so they can get in shape. Most often, we must resist this urge to prune right away. While the kids may seem strong and resilient and out of shape, often they do not have the root structure and support to survive very much pruning. They have actually been pruned to almost extinction before they have ever come to us. All the leggy growth and bravado and challenging behaviour is only covering up extremely poor self esteem and any sense of self. They are in high alert and ready to run from any perceived danger. Wait before trying to change much. Get help to give you perspective about how to deal with challenging behaviours. Try to understand what is driving behaviour. Focus on the really important things, like discovering what you really like about your child and helping them to see some great parts of themselves that nobody else has noticed or recognized. Work on strengths. Get help and support for your own self so you have the energy and insight to consciously and carefully parent in thoughtful and healthy ways. Resist the urge to do any changing of anyone in the early months. Focus on fertilizing and building up and enjoy watching your family garden unfold. Be gentle with yourself and with your kids. No good gardener prunes when the plants are under stress. Remember the garden will look different from your neighbours. There will be more weeds and it will be more wild. Find the beauty and growth for all in the wild.
Tuesday, 28 August 2012
Mulching
While one son gravitates to the top of the roof, our other son prefers to have two feet on the ground, digging in the garden. He choses to turn over the soil and cut back the grass where it is encroaching on the flower beds. He loosens the soil around the plants and then puts a covering of bark mulch over it all. The mulch keeps down the weeds and helps to hold the moisture in the soil. It looks wonderful and seems to give the plants room to breathe, aerating the soil.
Grounded gardening son is also good at caring for people. He has an easy and encouraging way.
His gentle ways remind me of what someone once told me about caring for our children when they were first adopted. Children are like plants. Several of our kids have been uprooted many times. Their roots have not had a chance to spread out and secure them before they are uprooted again. I think of them coming to our family. We have prepared the soil, dug deep holes and spread fertilizer and water. Then we have placed them carefully in the hole and tapped down the soil around them, adding mulch like a blanket of protection and security. They then need to be left for a while to adjust and aclimatize. We are careful to keep life steady for them so that they do not feel uprooted again. Sometimes they seem to do worse for a while. It may take many months before any sign of life returns. It may take years for them to bud again. We just keep watering, giving nourishment and mulch protection so their roots do not get too much sun or cold. Growth comes bit by bit from the miracle of life and heart within them to be who they are fully meant to be.
Grounded gardening son is also good at caring for people. He has an easy and encouraging way.
His gentle ways remind me of what someone once told me about caring for our children when they were first adopted. Children are like plants. Several of our kids have been uprooted many times. Their roots have not had a chance to spread out and secure them before they are uprooted again. I think of them coming to our family. We have prepared the soil, dug deep holes and spread fertilizer and water. Then we have placed them carefully in the hole and tapped down the soil around them, adding mulch like a blanket of protection and security. They then need to be left for a while to adjust and aclimatize. We are careful to keep life steady for them so that they do not feel uprooted again. Sometimes they seem to do worse for a while. It may take many months before any sign of life returns. It may take years for them to bud again. We just keep watering, giving nourishment and mulch protection so their roots do not get too much sun or cold. Growth comes bit by bit from the miracle of life and heart within them to be who they are fully meant to be.
Monday, 27 August 2012
Unpacking
We are packed. Full of emotion and feelings. Jam packed in our hearts and bodies.
Familiar journeys of pain and rejection. Over and over. Stuffed.
The disappearing cat has brought up so much.
What now?
How can we treasure and care for both the good and the bad in all our lives?
How can we begin to unpack our full to bursting selves?
I always remember that we are Body, Mind, Heart and Spirit.
Here are some suggestions that we find helpful. We are all so different and so some of these things will work better for our unique selves. It is important to do what is comfortable and easy so that love and care are communicated.
The body holds memories and pain.
Some of the best ways to connect with all ages is through our bodies.
Back massages.
Feet rubbing and holding. Hugging.
Gathering together even big kids in my arms.
The kids suffering from empty laps come to my lap.
We are all missing the cat. During a long sermon at church, my ten year old cuddles in my lap. Never had a chance as a baby and child. Loves being gathered together in my arms and lap now. A far more important sermon than the one through words.
Quiet moments watching television and reading are moments for different ones to cuddle. Even after dinner at the table my lap is full.
Our minds are racing. Some are shut down.
We talk. Affirm the feelings of pain and loss. Feel them together. Give them words. Bring our thoughts and feelings out into the open.
Share them. Wonder outloud together.
Link the old feelings with the new and separate them. Remember our own experiences of pain and desertion. We were alone with them before. Now we can share them and relive them together.
So many old feelings like old moldy clothes shoved in the back of the closet. We talk about pulling them out and hanging them up. Giving them space and air to breath.
Our hearts are aching. Empty. Worried. Shutting down.
We encourage tears. Laugh through our tears at our tough Dad who secretly checks the garage hourly at night for cat's return, setting up a night light and keeping the door open.
Gentle hands on heart, we feel. We talk about our hurting hearts and ask each other for ways that might help.
Souls and spirits deserted.
We draw on our traditions. We light a candle at the table or on the mantel to remember the spirit of our cat. We find a beautiful rock and plant it in the garden to remember the fine times we had together.
We pray. Ask God for help. Carry hope that good will come and that there is purpose in it all.
Mystery and confusion. Gifts coming and going. Feelings of light and dark. Love and sorrow.
All part of God's world.
We are invited to pray and to be a part of it all. The prayer changes us and the world.
There is hope and meaning beyond the pain.
Pray.
Familiar journeys of pain and rejection. Over and over. Stuffed.
The disappearing cat has brought up so much.
What now?
How can we treasure and care for both the good and the bad in all our lives?
How can we begin to unpack our full to bursting selves?
I always remember that we are Body, Mind, Heart and Spirit.
Here are some suggestions that we find helpful. We are all so different and so some of these things will work better for our unique selves. It is important to do what is comfortable and easy so that love and care are communicated.
The body holds memories and pain.
Some of the best ways to connect with all ages is through our bodies.
Back massages.
Feet rubbing and holding. Hugging.
Gathering together even big kids in my arms.
The kids suffering from empty laps come to my lap.
We are all missing the cat. During a long sermon at church, my ten year old cuddles in my lap. Never had a chance as a baby and child. Loves being gathered together in my arms and lap now. A far more important sermon than the one through words.
Quiet moments watching television and reading are moments for different ones to cuddle. Even after dinner at the table my lap is full.
Our minds are racing. Some are shut down.
We talk. Affirm the feelings of pain and loss. Feel them together. Give them words. Bring our thoughts and feelings out into the open.
Share them. Wonder outloud together.
Link the old feelings with the new and separate them. Remember our own experiences of pain and desertion. We were alone with them before. Now we can share them and relive them together.
So many old feelings like old moldy clothes shoved in the back of the closet. We talk about pulling them out and hanging them up. Giving them space and air to breath.
Our hearts are aching. Empty. Worried. Shutting down.
We encourage tears. Laugh through our tears at our tough Dad who secretly checks the garage hourly at night for cat's return, setting up a night light and keeping the door open.
Gentle hands on heart, we feel. We talk about our hurting hearts and ask each other for ways that might help.
Souls and spirits deserted.
We draw on our traditions. We light a candle at the table or on the mantel to remember the spirit of our cat. We find a beautiful rock and plant it in the garden to remember the fine times we had together.
We pray. Ask God for help. Carry hope that good will come and that there is purpose in it all.
Mystery and confusion. Gifts coming and going. Feelings of light and dark. Love and sorrow.
All part of God's world.
We are invited to pray and to be a part of it all. The prayer changes us and the world.
There is hope and meaning beyond the pain.
Pray.
Gone
Gone. The cat has gone as silently and mysteriously as it came.
The impact of his going is much more significant than he can imagine.
We had all begun to claim him. Names were the main topic of conversation. He was cuddled and held. Checked on constantly. Tied us all together in lovely ways, from allergic Dad, to strong teen boys, to youngest girl. He jumped on backs. Got his tail in paint. Sat in laps and purred. Sought out first thing in the morning and last thing at night and most moments in between.
Gone.
Feelings of abandonment, betrayal, confusion and pain resurrected.
Familiar feelings of hurt and loss. Again.
We all have those feelings shoved in corners.
Deepest though are those of the kids through adoption. A familiar story. Start to claim. To belong. Then gone. Several of the kids have been claimed in the early stages of adoption before us. We are the third adoptive family for one. Birth families, foster families, adoptive families. Loved. Sought out. Claimed. Gone.
Etched in hearts, minds, spirits and bodies. Rejection. Abandonment. Confused feelings of hurt. Disbelief.
Some kids retreat. Another becomes perfect. Another more demanding. Both wild tantrums and quiet disappearing are experienced by our crew.
We were going, going, going until a surprise thwack.
The cat is gone.
The impact of his going is much more significant than he can imagine.
We had all begun to claim him. Names were the main topic of conversation. He was cuddled and held. Checked on constantly. Tied us all together in lovely ways, from allergic Dad, to strong teen boys, to youngest girl. He jumped on backs. Got his tail in paint. Sat in laps and purred. Sought out first thing in the morning and last thing at night and most moments in between.
Gone.
Feelings of abandonment, betrayal, confusion and pain resurrected.
Familiar feelings of hurt and loss. Again.
We all have those feelings shoved in corners.
Deepest though are those of the kids through adoption. A familiar story. Start to claim. To belong. Then gone. Several of the kids have been claimed in the early stages of adoption before us. We are the third adoptive family for one. Birth families, foster families, adoptive families. Loved. Sought out. Claimed. Gone.
Etched in hearts, minds, spirits and bodies. Rejection. Abandonment. Confused feelings of hurt. Disbelief.
Some kids retreat. Another becomes perfect. Another more demanding. Both wild tantrums and quiet disappearing are experienced by our crew.
We were going, going, going until a surprise thwack.
The cat is gone.
Sunday, 26 August 2012
The Fig Tree
A year ago our friends gave us a fig tree to celebrate my husband's birthday. Rooted trees bring such extra blessing and meaning. Even more so fruit trees. Fig trees are loaded with significance. They bring both shade and juicy sweetness. They are exotic and unique. I was not really sure they would bear fruit in our colder climate, but I was content to enjoy their shade and form and to be reminded of the prophet Habakkuk who said that even if the fig tree did not bud, he would still rejoice in God and know God as His strength, enabling him to go on the heights. (Habakkuk 3:17, 18).
Our fig tree is planted close to the house, right near the back door. No way we can miss it. I did notice that it seemed to have a couple of figs. I just did not think they would be ready for picking any time soon. Somehow the topic of figs came up with some other friends. I went to check on our figs. They were ready for picking. As I got even closer, I noticed that in amongst the big leaves were many more than I had ever thought. Some were even over ripe! We almost missed them. They are sweet and delicious.
I was reminded that blessings of all kinds are like that. We are surrounded by blessings. More than we could ever dream of. Sometimes we just do not recognize them among all the leafy extras of our lives. We do not reach out to receive them. Many of us are great at giving, but not as good about receiving. We don't feel we deserve goodness and cannot see the blessings among the greenery.
May our eyes and hearts allow us to see and receive the abundant and extravagant gifts that are as close to us as our own back doors.
Our fig tree is planted close to the house, right near the back door. No way we can miss it. I did notice that it seemed to have a couple of figs. I just did not think they would be ready for picking any time soon. Somehow the topic of figs came up with some other friends. I went to check on our figs. They were ready for picking. As I got even closer, I noticed that in amongst the big leaves were many more than I had ever thought. Some were even over ripe! We almost missed them. They are sweet and delicious.
I was reminded that blessings of all kinds are like that. We are surrounded by blessings. More than we could ever dream of. Sometimes we just do not recognize them among all the leafy extras of our lives. We do not reach out to receive them. Many of us are great at giving, but not as good about receiving. We don't feel we deserve goodness and cannot see the blessings among the greenery.
May our eyes and hearts allow us to see and receive the abundant and extravagant gifts that are as close to us as our own back doors.
Saturday, 25 August 2012
The Hedge
It was not even on my list of things to do. I value initiative in my kids so when hard working son decided that the old scrawny hedge needed to be taken down, down it came. He attacked it with a vengeance. Roots were pervasive and knit together like a wire mat. Piles of debris. The trees themselves contributed to a whole new row of good heating wood for the wood stove.
The final effect was completely surprising. Light streaming in. Space opened. New vistas and views. A whole new lovely corner of the house. Room now for new and more interesting plant delights.
I had't really even noticed the oppression and ugliness of the hedge. I never would have thought of taking it down. It was just there and always had been. Somehow thought I needed that boundary.
What other hedges are stuck in my life, bringing unnoticed darkness and unnecessary walls?
Clearing. Open. Thanks to others in my life to help me see these oppressive corners and unneeded hedges.
May I clear out the ragged and dead places in me, to allow the light and vistas and potential for newness to grow.
The final effect was completely surprising. Light streaming in. Space opened. New vistas and views. A whole new lovely corner of the house. Room now for new and more interesting plant delights.
I had't really even noticed the oppression and ugliness of the hedge. I never would have thought of taking it down. It was just there and always had been. Somehow thought I needed that boundary.
What other hedges are stuck in my life, bringing unnoticed darkness and unnecessary walls?
Clearing. Open. Thanks to others in my life to help me see these oppressive corners and unneeded hedges.
May I clear out the ragged and dead places in me, to allow the light and vistas and potential for newness to grow.
A Roof with a View
It's not everyday that we get to go up to the peak of our roof. It is steep. It is dangerous. It is risky. Even chimney cleaners only ever come once. They tell me to get someone else to risk their lives the next time. It is quite a roof. The view is great up there at the peak though. It is a challenge and a thrill. Better than any ride at Disneyland.
My son has been painting. He wanted to complete the job to his own standards, even though to do so would mean taking risks. He swung a rope around the chimney and tried to attach himself with a belt. The belt broke and the rope didn't look that safe either. My mountain climbing daughter with all the expensive equipment is still not home.
Nevertheless, the hard working son full of love of life and risk and high standards for finishing the job, perservered. It was crazy. It was worrying. It soon got shut down by the very worried Dad. His yelling to get down was upsetting the neighbours.
I was so proud of you. I do want you to take risks. To perservere. To go high to see the view from up there. To set yourself apart and not do what others will not dare to do. To listen to your wild heart.
Thanks to my Determined, Adventurous, Vanguard, Enthusiastic son. You are a man beyond my dreams. I am proud of you. Keep climbing to the top to meet the sky.
My son has been painting. He wanted to complete the job to his own standards, even though to do so would mean taking risks. He swung a rope around the chimney and tried to attach himself with a belt. The belt broke and the rope didn't look that safe either. My mountain climbing daughter with all the expensive equipment is still not home.
Nevertheless, the hard working son full of love of life and risk and high standards for finishing the job, perservered. It was crazy. It was worrying. It soon got shut down by the very worried Dad. His yelling to get down was upsetting the neighbours.
I was so proud of you. I do want you to take risks. To perservere. To go high to see the view from up there. To set yourself apart and not do what others will not dare to do. To listen to your wild heart.
Thanks to my Determined, Adventurous, Vanguard, Enthusiastic son. You are a man beyond my dreams. I am proud of you. Keep climbing to the top to meet the sky.
Thursday, 23 August 2012
A Milestone
Twenty one today. My daughter in the mountains is celebrating her birthday. Place a stone carefully on your trail and remember the miracles and wonders of these years. Like the Israelites after they crossed the Jordan. They placed stones that helped them to remember God's care and faithfulness in parting the waters.
I am celebrating and remembering too. We were clearing land the day you were born. We wanted to allow more light and to reveal the mountains. I was tired and discouraged. You were a week late. Even then, I liked to be in control and I wasn't. Most birthings are not in our control. Tears flowed and then it wasn't long before you started to make your arrival known.
Here at home we are placing our own stone in the garden to remember the special moments of life with you and to celebrate the amazing gift of you, our wonder full daughter and sister. Radiant, Enthusiastic and Beautiful, inside and out.
I am thankful beyond words.
Happy Birthday!
I am celebrating and remembering too. We were clearing land the day you were born. We wanted to allow more light and to reveal the mountains. I was tired and discouraged. You were a week late. Even then, I liked to be in control and I wasn't. Most birthings are not in our control. Tears flowed and then it wasn't long before you started to make your arrival known.
Here at home we are placing our own stone in the garden to remember the special moments of life with you and to celebrate the amazing gift of you, our wonder full daughter and sister. Radiant, Enthusiastic and Beautiful, inside and out.
I am thankful beyond words.
Happy Birthday!
Wednesday, 22 August 2012
Stand Still
The cat.
A cat has arrived in our garden. Golden brown and petite. Tough and rather affectionate in spite of himself. We are in love. Marley.
Life is like that. Surprises arriving. Some not so welcome. Some easier to ignore than others. Some pure delight.
So often I try to grab life. To make it happen.
I'm learning to wait for the gifts of the elusive cats in my life. Let them grow on me. Come of their own accord and in their own time.
Stand still and wait for those gifts to be given. Let them come and wrap around my legs. Stand still.
A cat has arrived in our garden. Golden brown and petite. Tough and rather affectionate in spite of himself. We are in love. Marley.
Life is like that. Surprises arriving. Some not so welcome. Some easier to ignore than others. Some pure delight.
So often I try to grab life. To make it happen.
I'm learning to wait for the gifts of the elusive cats in my life. Let them grow on me. Come of their own accord and in their own time.
Stand still and wait for those gifts to be given. Let them come and wrap around my legs. Stand still.
Get Walking
Another new adventure. Blogging. Like all new journeys just begin. Don't trip up on perfection or saying it all. Just take that first step and get walking. Not running or even dancing for starters, just walking steadily. There will be times of stumbling, of saying too much or too little, of going back more than forward and of getting off the track. Enjoy the process. Accept the good and the bad. Hold it all with open hands and get walking.
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