When I was a teenager, I used to go the Binghamton Public Library, check out records of operas and musicals, take them home, and listen to them until I had practically memorized them. One show I heard was Rodgers and Hammerstein's Me and Juliet, in which a chorus of critics sings "The theater is dying, the theater is dying, the theater is practically dead." This show was on Broadway in 1953. I was reminded of it by the reactions of certain critics of the Episcopal Church to the just concluded 77th General Convention.
The theater is not dying, nor is the Episcopal Church. By the way, Me and Juliet had a song called "Keep it Gay," which did not have anything to do with LGBT matters, although you can find Perry Como's version on YouTube with a montage of LGBT images (mostly gay.) Another song was "No Other Love, " which used the same tune as "The Southern Cross" from Rodger's Victory at Sea music.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Occupy
Yesterday, Monday, June 18, 2012, Earl Kooperkamp, who just left as rector of St. Mary's, was convicted of trespass for occupying Trinity Church's Duarte Square on December 17.
Earl has just become Priest in Partnership at the Church of the Good Shepherd in Barre, Vermont. He was sentenced to four days community service.
Several others were also convicted, including retired Bishop George Packard.
I'm sure I'll have more to say about this topic.
Earl has just become Priest in Partnership at the Church of the Good Shepherd in Barre, Vermont. He was sentenced to four days community service.
Several others were also convicted, including retired Bishop George Packard.
I'm sure I'll have more to say about this topic.
Silence
On Sunday, June 17th, 2012, Liz and I, and five other people from St. Mary's joined thousands of others in a silent march to protest Stop and Frisk, Several other members of St. Mary's marched with other groups -- I don't know how many from St. Mary;s there were in total.
Earlier Sunday, at the end of church, Ben Jealous came in and sat at the back. Ben ran a youth program at St. Mary's when he was a student at Columbia and has remained a friend of the parish. During the announcements, he spoke about the march. If you don't know, Ben is the President and CEO of the NAACP. During the announcements, Ben told us a little about the plans for the silent march.
At the silent march, our little group from At. Mary's was joined by a neighbor from Morningside Gardens who happened to see us. Marching near us were Ethan and Rima Vesely-Flad and their son. Ethan works for the Fellowship of Reconciliation and has asked us all to "like" the the Felowship on Facebook, as a birthday present for him. Ethan and Rima are not members of St. Mary's, but they have attended from time to time, especially when they lived nearby a few years ago.
I also saw briefly Ted Auerbach my old friend and former colleague at Seward Park High School. We promised each other to try to get in touch.
Earlier Sunday, at the end of church, Ben Jealous came in and sat at the back. Ben ran a youth program at St. Mary's when he was a student at Columbia and has remained a friend of the parish. During the announcements, he spoke about the march. If you don't know, Ben is the President and CEO of the NAACP. During the announcements, Ben told us a little about the plans for the silent march.
At the silent march, our little group from At. Mary's was joined by a neighbor from Morningside Gardens who happened to see us. Marching near us were Ethan and Rima Vesely-Flad and their son. Ethan works for the Fellowship of Reconciliation and has asked us all to "like" the the Felowship on Facebook, as a birthday present for him. Ethan and Rima are not members of St. Mary's, but they have attended from time to time, especially when they lived nearby a few years ago.
I also saw briefly Ted Auerbach my old friend and former colleague at Seward Park High School. We promised each other to try to get in touch.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Hiatus
It's been a long time since I posted. Months and months.
A lot has happened. One is that my brother Philip was found dead in his apartment on October 14th, two days after my last post.
Philip was the second to die among 17 cousins and siblings on my mother's side. My brother Curtis was the first. I am now the sole survivor of my nuclear family.
On my father's side, Philip was the third to die of 13. The first was my cousin Meg and the second was her brother Max.
On October 28, two weeks after my brother Philip died, Glenn Bater died. Glenn was my friend and colleague on the board of directors. I miss him.
Here at Morningside Gardens we're coming up on another election for the board. This one promises to be nearly as contentious as last year's was. I don't expect to say anything more about Gardens matters, but you never know.
At St. Mary's, we have found a treasurer to replace me, so I am back to the more comfortable role of assistant treasurer. Our rector of about twelve years, Earl Kooperkamp, has belatedly made good on his promise to leave after a decade at St. Mary's, so are gearing up for a search.
This past Thursday, April 12, we were shocked to learn that our long time sexton, Robert Jones, died of a severe asthma attack. There's a picture of Robert on St. Mary's Facebook page.
None of this, however, explains why I haven't posted since October.
I have been plugging away at my genealogy database -- entering sources I should have entered years ago. It's slow work, but I'm progressing. but that's not why I haven't posted, either.
I've started a few times to write something, but each time I've dropped it. I'm hoping that now that spring is here and I've got the news out of the way,I might find inspiration to write something substantive.
Meanwhile here's a picture of Liz and me (and others) posted on our 35th wedding anniversary. It must have been taken the day before There seems to have been a baptism at St Mary's that day.
A lot has happened. One is that my brother Philip was found dead in his apartment on October 14th, two days after my last post.
Philip was the second to die among 17 cousins and siblings on my mother's side. My brother Curtis was the first. I am now the sole survivor of my nuclear family.
On my father's side, Philip was the third to die of 13. The first was my cousin Meg and the second was her brother Max.
On October 28, two weeks after my brother Philip died, Glenn Bater died. Glenn was my friend and colleague on the board of directors. I miss him.
Here at Morningside Gardens we're coming up on another election for the board. This one promises to be nearly as contentious as last year's was. I don't expect to say anything more about Gardens matters, but you never know.
At St. Mary's, we have found a treasurer to replace me, so I am back to the more comfortable role of assistant treasurer. Our rector of about twelve years, Earl Kooperkamp, has belatedly made good on his promise to leave after a decade at St. Mary's, so are gearing up for a search.
This past Thursday, April 12, we were shocked to learn that our long time sexton, Robert Jones, died of a severe asthma attack. There's a picture of Robert on St. Mary's Facebook page.
None of this, however, explains why I haven't posted since October.
I have been plugging away at my genealogy database -- entering sources I should have entered years ago. It's slow work, but I'm progressing. but that's not why I haven't posted, either.
I've started a few times to write something, but each time I've dropped it. I'm hoping that now that spring is here and I've got the news out of the way,I might find inspiration to write something substantive.
Meanwhile here's a picture of Liz and me (and others) posted on our 35th wedding anniversary. It must have been taken the day before There seems to have been a baptism at St Mary's that day.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Summer's End
All right, it's actually Autumn. But today is the day the Liz and I finally begin withdrawing from our summer place and returning to the Big Apple. Yesterday we took our last canoe ride and put the canoe in the garage for the winter. Yesterday I briefly stood in the lake while I took the steps off the dock. Now that's all over.
We're not completely closing up yet -- we'll be back briefly tqwo r three times in the next couple of weeks. Partly it will depend on how much I can get in the car -- pratly on the weather. Our first return will be sometime next week -- I hope on Monday, since that is supposed to be warm and sunny, but perhaps later in the week. On that visit, I'll drain the water and bring in the outside furniture.
Oh, I forgot to mention that on Sunday we took a 6 and 1/2 mile hike that was actually 8 and 1/2 because of the walk from the car to the beginning of the loop and then became 10 and 1/2 because we tokk a wrong turn and had to retrace our steps. It was grueling and scary because we got pretty close to sunset, but since it turned out ok we were fairly happy and relieved at the end.
This summer I zeroed in on my family history project and I am planning to continue it over the winter -- which involves taking a lot of papers home that I don't really have room for in my study. So making room will be part of my New York activities.
My attention to what we are calling "my project" has had some side effects: I am less involved at Morningside Gardens than I might otherwise have been; I have not been following Episcopal Church developments as assiduously as I was before; I have not been blogging about things either.
For example, I have not mentioned meeting Canon Alan Perry in Allentown on September 24 -- that put me back in touch with my thoughts on the Anglican Covenant. In fact, I have not mentioned the meeting of the North American Academy of Ecumenists at all. Although I am only a hanger-on, I find these meetings stimulating and thought provoking and this one was exceptionally good.
One week ago today, we were going to come back to Heart Lake from New York, but we delayed our return by a day so we could join the march from Foley Square to the Occupy Wall Street (OWS) site. We were near the front of the gathering in Foley Square, which was union led. As we entered the square we were offered caps -- by chance they were UFT caps and I was happy to wear one. It was good to see the unions in solidarity with OWS. It is just possible that this will develop into a real populist movement on the left. It remains to be seem whether the kind of real structural change we (the American people and the entire human race) need will begin to happen. Can the 99% actually bring about change? In truth, the 1% are supported by a cadre -- at least 9% and probably more -- so the 99% is really 90% or less -- and how many of those have the consciousness to realize that the game is rigged and to (at least) sympathize with OWS?
Postscript: I wrote the above before breakfast. Now it's almost suppertime and we are in New York.
We're not completely closing up yet -- we'll be back briefly tqwo r three times in the next couple of weeks. Partly it will depend on how much I can get in the car -- pratly on the weather. Our first return will be sometime next week -- I hope on Monday, since that is supposed to be warm and sunny, but perhaps later in the week. On that visit, I'll drain the water and bring in the outside furniture.
Oh, I forgot to mention that on Sunday we took a 6 and 1/2 mile hike that was actually 8 and 1/2 because of the walk from the car to the beginning of the loop and then became 10 and 1/2 because we tokk a wrong turn and had to retrace our steps. It was grueling and scary because we got pretty close to sunset, but since it turned out ok we were fairly happy and relieved at the end.
This summer I zeroed in on my family history project and I am planning to continue it over the winter -- which involves taking a lot of papers home that I don't really have room for in my study. So making room will be part of my New York activities.
My attention to what we are calling "my project" has had some side effects: I am less involved at Morningside Gardens than I might otherwise have been; I have not been following Episcopal Church developments as assiduously as I was before; I have not been blogging about things either.
For example, I have not mentioned meeting Canon Alan Perry in Allentown on September 24 -- that put me back in touch with my thoughts on the Anglican Covenant. In fact, I have not mentioned the meeting of the North American Academy of Ecumenists at all. Although I am only a hanger-on, I find these meetings stimulating and thought provoking and this one was exceptionally good.
One week ago today, we were going to come back to Heart Lake from New York, but we delayed our return by a day so we could join the march from Foley Square to the Occupy Wall Street (OWS) site. We were near the front of the gathering in Foley Square, which was union led. As we entered the square we were offered caps -- by chance they were UFT caps and I was happy to wear one. It was good to see the unions in solidarity with OWS. It is just possible that this will develop into a real populist movement on the left. It remains to be seem whether the kind of real structural change we (the American people and the entire human race) need will begin to happen. Can the 99% actually bring about change? In truth, the 1% are supported by a cadre -- at least 9% and probably more -- so the 99% is really 90% or less -- and how many of those have the consciousness to realize that the game is rigged and to (at least) sympathize with OWS?
Postscript: I wrote the above before breakfast. Now it's almost suppertime and we are in New York.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Update on September 11, 2011
Today is 9/11. I have to admit that I don't feel particularly moved by this anniversary. This year that's partly because I am at last actually working on publishing my family history cum genealogy, and have already put some of it on the web. (at allenandliz.com.)
A month ago our famiy was here -- Jane, Scott, Amanda and Juliana. They arrive Thursday, August 11, and left Sunday, August 14. It seems such a long time ago now. The day after they left, I drove to New York for a meeting. After I came back, for a week and a half I worked fairly steadily on my family history project and on a sermon I was scheduled to give at the Heart Lake Church on August 28th. Meanwhile, Liz worked on a proposal for a grant related to a new boiler at St. Mary's. On Tuesday, August 23, we felt the cottage shaking -- it was the earthquake in Virginia. Then on Sunday August 28, Hurricane Irene broguht large amounts of rain to our area. We had lost power hear in the middle of the night, so we had no power when we woke up Sunday. Church at Heart Lake was cancelled, so I didn't get to deliver my sermon. For about four hours on Sunday, starting around 10:30 AM the winds off the lake was strong and drove large amounts of rain straight at us. Water came in around the glazing in our porch windows and under the door. Without power, Liz was unable to work on the proposal. We had planned to drive to New York on Sunday afternoon, but we rescheduled for Monday. When we left, the power was still off. Our drive on Monday was uneventful until we hit the intersection of Rte 17 and the Thruway (I-87). Both the Thruway and Rte 17 were closed and everyone was trying to cross Long Mountain on Rte. 6 and take the Palisades Parkway. A trooper told us that the parkway was a parking lot and advised waiting a few hours, which we did in a park in Monroe. When we finally left Monroe about 4 in the afternoon, it was slow but steady going over the mountain, but on the parkway itself we moved pretty steadily.
The remains of Irene did a lot of damage north of us -- in the Catskills and in Vermont. Where Jane and Scott are in North Middlesex was spared the worst, but there was a lot of flooding not far from them.
After mailing off the proposal, we returned to Heart Lake on Wednesday, August 31. Along with our cousin Tim, we hosted our by now regular Labor Day Sunday family gathering. My mother's two surving siblings were there with spouses, as well as other representatives of each of the four families of my grandparent's children. There was also one family of second cousins. The threatened rain held off, and it was a vey pleasant gathering.
Then on Monday afternoon the rain started. The rain was light the rest of Monday and on Tuesday, but got heavier on Wednesday and serious flooding began on Thursday not very far from here. Finally the rain stopped Friday afternoon. The remnants of tropical storm Lee raised our lake as high as I have ever seen it. We are near the top of a hill. Down in the valleys, the flooding was devastating. Binghamton, my home town and just forty minutes from here, was flooded and in the surrounding area lots of homes were inundated. 20,000 people were evacuated. The Susquehanna River in this area isn't expected to subside below flood level until late tomorrow.
Tomorrow, I go to New York for evening meetings both Monday and Tuesday. Liz will stay here at Heart Lake and I expect to be back Wednesday afternoon -- I hope fairly early. In addition to the laundry, I'm taking home the first load of genalogical materials to aid me in writing through the fall and winter.
A month ago our famiy was here -- Jane, Scott, Amanda and Juliana. They arrive Thursday, August 11, and left Sunday, August 14. It seems such a long time ago now. The day after they left, I drove to New York for a meeting. After I came back, for a week and a half I worked fairly steadily on my family history project and on a sermon I was scheduled to give at the Heart Lake Church on August 28th. Meanwhile, Liz worked on a proposal for a grant related to a new boiler at St. Mary's. On Tuesday, August 23, we felt the cottage shaking -- it was the earthquake in Virginia. Then on Sunday August 28, Hurricane Irene broguht large amounts of rain to our area. We had lost power hear in the middle of the night, so we had no power when we woke up Sunday. Church at Heart Lake was cancelled, so I didn't get to deliver my sermon. For about four hours on Sunday, starting around 10:30 AM the winds off the lake was strong and drove large amounts of rain straight at us. Water came in around the glazing in our porch windows and under the door. Without power, Liz was unable to work on the proposal. We had planned to drive to New York on Sunday afternoon, but we rescheduled for Monday. When we left, the power was still off. Our drive on Monday was uneventful until we hit the intersection of Rte 17 and the Thruway (I-87). Both the Thruway and Rte 17 were closed and everyone was trying to cross Long Mountain on Rte. 6 and take the Palisades Parkway. A trooper told us that the parkway was a parking lot and advised waiting a few hours, which we did in a park in Monroe. When we finally left Monroe about 4 in the afternoon, it was slow but steady going over the mountain, but on the parkway itself we moved pretty steadily.
The remains of Irene did a lot of damage north of us -- in the Catskills and in Vermont. Where Jane and Scott are in North Middlesex was spared the worst, but there was a lot of flooding not far from them.
After mailing off the proposal, we returned to Heart Lake on Wednesday, August 31. Along with our cousin Tim, we hosted our by now regular Labor Day Sunday family gathering. My mother's two surving siblings were there with spouses, as well as other representatives of each of the four families of my grandparent's children. There was also one family of second cousins. The threatened rain held off, and it was a vey pleasant gathering.
Then on Monday afternoon the rain started. The rain was light the rest of Monday and on Tuesday, but got heavier on Wednesday and serious flooding began on Thursday not very far from here. Finally the rain stopped Friday afternoon. The remnants of tropical storm Lee raised our lake as high as I have ever seen it. We are near the top of a hill. Down in the valleys, the flooding was devastating. Binghamton, my home town and just forty minutes from here, was flooded and in the surrounding area lots of homes were inundated. 20,000 people were evacuated. The Susquehanna River in this area isn't expected to subside below flood level until late tomorrow.
Tomorrow, I go to New York for evening meetings both Monday and Tuesday. Liz will stay here at Heart Lake and I expect to be back Wednesday afternoon -- I hope fairly early. In addition to the laundry, I'm taking home the first load of genalogical materials to aid me in writing through the fall and winter.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Another month gone by
Another month has passed, and the current week is certainly eventful. On Tuesday we were sitting on our porch here at Heart Lake in Northesatern Pennsylvania and we felt the cottage shaking. Of course it was the earthquake, but for a moment we thought it was a big animal.
Now there's a hurricane bearing down on us. We had planned to drive to New York Sunday afternoon, but now we realize that would be foolish -- we'll wait until Monday. There's no telling what conditions will be if New York City takes a direct hit, or even a very near miss. Here at Heart Lake we're certain to get a lot of rain and maybe wind, but so far the projected path of the eye is well to the east of us.
Meanwhile, I have been working steadily at my family history, found at allenandliz.com, or rather, that's the introductory page to the site. I have posted the bulk of my TMG data, some of which is really not yet ready for publication, and am working on text pages to accompany it. Some of the commentary is already there. I will be posting details about the current state of the work on my genealogy blog.
Now there's a hurricane bearing down on us. We had planned to drive to New York Sunday afternoon, but now we realize that would be foolish -- we'll wait until Monday. There's no telling what conditions will be if New York City takes a direct hit, or even a very near miss. Here at Heart Lake we're certain to get a lot of rain and maybe wind, but so far the projected path of the eye is well to the east of us.
Meanwhile, I have been working steadily at my family history, found at allenandliz.com, or rather, that's the introductory page to the site. I have posted the bulk of my TMG data, some of which is really not yet ready for publication, and am working on text pages to accompany it. Some of the commentary is already there. I will be posting details about the current state of the work on my genealogy blog.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Oh, What a Week!!
Last Monday evening I had an insect sting or bite that I didn't even notice until my arm began to swell. On Tuesday, I began taking benadryl for the swelling and I was heartened that it was contained -- it didn't spread. But it didn't go away either and I knew I had to see a doctor. We were planning to drive back to New York on Wednesday morning, so I decided not to see a local doctor here in Pennsylvania, but to wait until I was home -- a decision I shouldn't have made, but in fact there were no bad consequences.
On our way home Wednesday, after we had been gone an hour, we realized we had forgotten to bring a very important flash drive, so we turned around, went back to the cottage, got the flash drive, and proceeded to drive home, arriving two hours later than we had expected. And arriving into a very hot New York City, with record breaking 100 degree temperatures.
I got to the doctor on Thursday and he prescribed a powerful antibiotic and told me to come back in a week for blood tests. Also, if there was no improvement, he wanted me to come back Monday (that is, yesterday.) I noticed a small improvement on Friday, and by Sunday it was clear that the antibiotic was dramatically reducing the effects of the infection.
One of the things on our schedule in New York last week was to have work done on our car -- it needed a new power steering pump and and oil pan gasket. So we took the car to our mechanic Thursday morning. We also had an important joint meeting of the finance, property, and stewardship committees at St. Mary's. Liz is working on putting together a grant proposal for some of the money we need for a new boiler at St. Mary's.
But our major preoccupation while we were in New York was working towards a resolution of a family situation involving some property in Vermont. That took up almost all of Liz's time and good deal of my time on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
Since my arm didn't need attention, on Monday morning we began loading the car for our return to Heart Lake. Thin coming weekend sees a trip to Vermont for Friday, Saturday and Sunday, a return to New York on Sunday so I can attend a meeting at Morningside Gardens on Monday, and then a return to Heart Lake next Tuesday, a week from today. So our packing took that upcoming schedule into consideration.
We got off shortly before ten in the morning, not good, but not too bad considering the things that had been occupying us on Sunday (I haven't yet mentioned the Vestry meeting and a farewell party for our interns, both on Sunday afternoon.)
After about 35 miles, at the top of the Palisades Parkway, I discovered that there was too much play in the brake. I was cautious with the brake as I went over Long Mountain on Route 6, and drove more slowly than usual on Route 17 to our favorite stop at Stewarts in Goshen. I began to notice a little stiffness in the steering, and thought, oh gee, I'll have to take it back to the garage to have that looked at. But as I pulled into Stewarts, I found that the power steering had failed completely. Manually steering a modern Buick is a lot different from manually steering a car was in the 1950's. A kind woman in the Stewarts directed us to a good garage in Goshen who sent us on to the local GM dealer. It turns out that we had sprung a leak in the brake line to one of the rear wheels, so we lost brake fluid. About the same time, the new (rebuilt) power steering pump failed. It was a message -- it's time to stop putting money into this car.
So we looked at cars in our price range that the dealer had, and narrowed the choices down to two, one five and one six years old -- a Buick LaCrosse and a Chevy Malibu. The Chevy is very like an updated version of the Vega we were driving when we first began going back and forth to Heart Lake -- it's very practical for carrying stuff, but not as comfortable as the Buick. The Buick has a very roomy trunk like our present Buick, and will suit our needs very well. So I think we'll go with the Buick. Both cars had to be prepped, so we got a loaner Malibu, and after the 2 hour drive to Heart Lake from Goshen, I am strongly leaning to the Buick.
Soon we face a four hour drive to pick up the car and come bake to the lake.
On our way home Wednesday, after we had been gone an hour, we realized we had forgotten to bring a very important flash drive, so we turned around, went back to the cottage, got the flash drive, and proceeded to drive home, arriving two hours later than we had expected. And arriving into a very hot New York City, with record breaking 100 degree temperatures.
I got to the doctor on Thursday and he prescribed a powerful antibiotic and told me to come back in a week for blood tests. Also, if there was no improvement, he wanted me to come back Monday (that is, yesterday.) I noticed a small improvement on Friday, and by Sunday it was clear that the antibiotic was dramatically reducing the effects of the infection.
One of the things on our schedule in New York last week was to have work done on our car -- it needed a new power steering pump and and oil pan gasket. So we took the car to our mechanic Thursday morning. We also had an important joint meeting of the finance, property, and stewardship committees at St. Mary's. Liz is working on putting together a grant proposal for some of the money we need for a new boiler at St. Mary's.
But our major preoccupation while we were in New York was working towards a resolution of a family situation involving some property in Vermont. That took up almost all of Liz's time and good deal of my time on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
Since my arm didn't need attention, on Monday morning we began loading the car for our return to Heart Lake. Thin coming weekend sees a trip to Vermont for Friday, Saturday and Sunday, a return to New York on Sunday so I can attend a meeting at Morningside Gardens on Monday, and then a return to Heart Lake next Tuesday, a week from today. So our packing took that upcoming schedule into consideration.
We got off shortly before ten in the morning, not good, but not too bad considering the things that had been occupying us on Sunday (I haven't yet mentioned the Vestry meeting and a farewell party for our interns, both on Sunday afternoon.)
After about 35 miles, at the top of the Palisades Parkway, I discovered that there was too much play in the brake. I was cautious with the brake as I went over Long Mountain on Route 6, and drove more slowly than usual on Route 17 to our favorite stop at Stewarts in Goshen. I began to notice a little stiffness in the steering, and thought, oh gee, I'll have to take it back to the garage to have that looked at. But as I pulled into Stewarts, I found that the power steering had failed completely. Manually steering a modern Buick is a lot different from manually steering a car was in the 1950's. A kind woman in the Stewarts directed us to a good garage in Goshen who sent us on to the local GM dealer. It turns out that we had sprung a leak in the brake line to one of the rear wheels, so we lost brake fluid. About the same time, the new (rebuilt) power steering pump failed. It was a message -- it's time to stop putting money into this car.
So we looked at cars in our price range that the dealer had, and narrowed the choices down to two, one five and one six years old -- a Buick LaCrosse and a Chevy Malibu. The Chevy is very like an updated version of the Vega we were driving when we first began going back and forth to Heart Lake -- it's very practical for carrying stuff, but not as comfortable as the Buick. The Buick has a very roomy trunk like our present Buick, and will suit our needs very well. So I think we'll go with the Buick. Both cars had to be prepped, so we got a loaner Malibu, and after the 2 hour drive to Heart Lake from Goshen, I am strongly leaning to the Buick.
Soon we face a four hour drive to pick up the car and come bake to the lake.
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