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[affascinailtuocuore]

Studenti Erasmus 2013: Io voto lo stesso!

Alla fine non sono riusciti a trovare la soluzione per far votare i 25.000 studenti Erasmus all’estero per  realizzare il loro programma di formazione. Il grido di dolore: Facciamoli votare, senza se e senza ma! non è stato abbastanza forte e lacerante da spingere i nostri governanti a risolvere la questione. In un’era di alta tecnologia e informazioni che rimbalzano, senza sosta, da una parte…

[detragefietser]

Bicycle City

By

MisterKrababbel

[dokmimarlik]

Bitkilerin Sürdürülebilir Bina Tasarımında Rolü

[krimitastisch]

Artikel zu Hannes Jaenicke (in "Der Amsterdam-Krimi" als Alex Pollack).

[bunny-banana]

KRAJNJE vrijeme je da i ja odem na te cuvene ESC pre-parties sljedece godine

[mindfullofyoga]

Hanuman Chalisa workshop

From Flow of Grace, by KD:

I went to India in the fall of 1970 to meet Neem Karoli Baba (Maharaj-ji), after having heard about him from Ram Dass.

By the spring of 1971, I , along with some other westerners, had gone up to the Kumaon Hills, the magical foothills of the Himalayas, where Maharajji was staying at his Hanuman temple in Kainchi. We were staying at the Evelyn Hotel in the nearby hill station of Nainital. Every day we would make the one hour trip by bus along the narrow winding roads through the mountains to see him and spend the day at the temple. Each time we arrived, we were fed a huge, delicious meal of puris and potatoes and given a little booklet with a picture of Hanuman on it. One day, I happened to ask someone at the temple about them and was told that they contained a prayer to Hanuman called the Hanuman Chalisa. The Hanuman Chalisa is a hymn of forty verses that describes and praises the life, character, and exploits of Hanuman. At that moment, I had the idea to try to learn it so we could sing it to Maharajji.

Rameshwar Das, another American, and I began to learn the Hindi alphabet. We transcribed the whole prayer and were taught a melody by an Indian friend. It took the whole rainy season and summer to begin to feel comfortable singing the Chalisa. By the time we returned to Nainital and Kainchi, most of the other westerners had copied it into their books and had begun to learn it as well. We hadn't even memorized six verses when one afternoon we were called to the front of the temple where Maharajji was sitting. He was very excited and said , " Sing the Chalisa!"

We were completely unprepared but managed to sing the few verses we knew. He laughed and was very happy.

We quickly became an official part of the 'show.'

When Indian devotees came to see him, Maharajji would often call us and have us sing the Chalisa. No matter how many times we did it, he would always look totally surprised-with a look of joy and amazement on His face, as if it were the first time he had ever heard it.

He would laughingly tease his Indian devotees for their lack of devotion and sincerity, saying , " look at these people. Out of their love for God, they have left everything behind in America, while you wicked, greedy people come to see me out of your own selfish desires!"

Of course, it was all part of his unique way of teaching everyone their own special lesson.

We began to chant the Hanuman Chalisa as a way of bringing ourselves into Maharajji's physical presence.

It was a way of expressing our love and devotion to him.

For us, Hanuman and Maharajji were the same.

Chanting the Chalisa to Maharajji helped us enter into the love that his presence embodied.

It became a way of deepening our relationship with him, and ultimately with ourselves.

It has been thirty-three years since Maharajji has left his body, and chanting the Chalisa has become an even more powerful way for me to enter into the flow of Love and Grace.

In the Chalisa, we bow to the great beauty, strength, and devotion that Hanuman embodies ; we also begin to bow to that place in ourselves.

The Chalisa inspires us to try  to become like him, to make the mirror of our heart as clean as Hanuman's so that we can become aware of the great beauty and love that lives within us, our own true nature., the One

without a second.

This is the Great being known by many names throughout the many spiritual and religious traditions in the world.

Each culture and each religion has its own coloured glasses through which it sees the universe. The reports from the frontlines differ only in form, not in substance. They are all looking at the same thing.

Maharajji would continually remind us that it is all One. Over and over he said ,"Hanuman, Christ, and Krishna are the same," and "all paths lead to the same goal."

Again and again, he turned us to the oneness of life, reminding us that 'the same blood runs through everyone's veins."

It was through reading and chanting the Hanuman Chalisa that I began to understand the subtlety and power of the path of devotion and the sublime way that love can transform the hardest heart into the heart of a saint.

It is love that brings meaning to our lives. The path of love goes right through the middle of every heart. No one is locked out. No one is turned away. No one is unworthy.

The love that lives within each and every being is Bhagavan; it is Ram, Buddha nature, the Atman, the Great Goddess, the Self, the One. It is who we are- our own True Nature, radiant and shining like a million suns.We long to be with the Beloved , to feel that presence of love in our hearts, but in the eyes of God, we have never been separate-not even for a second.

The Hanuman Chalisa is chanted specifically to clean the mirror of our hearts so we can become into direct contact with the grace of Hanuman. His Grace awakens us to the awareness of Ram's presence within.This is when our hearts truly come alive.

[pietrodesimone]

Dille che io che io non l'ho tradita, che io non l'ho dimenticata mai.. ed è per questo che ritornerei!

[kreuzfahrttester]

TV-Produktionen und prominente Gäste: Einzigartige Kreuzfahrterlebnisse

First Moments und Mee(h)r auf der VASCO DA GAMA: Ein einzigartiges Kreuzfahrterlebnis Die VASCO DA GAMA von nicko cruises sticht am 3. September 2024 erneut in See, um in 16 Tagen von Bremerhaven nach Lissabon die schönsten Perlen Westeuropas zu bereisen. Die Reise „First Moments und Me(e)hr“ bietet nicht nur atemberaubende Landschaften, sondern auch prominente Gäste und spannende…

[extrahotespresso]

[theallmightyglowingcloud]

Es gab mal eine Zeit da war ich so ehrgeizig, dass ich in die Klausureinsicht gegangen bin weil ich mit eine Punkt an einer 1,3 vorbei war und ich schauen wollte, ob er sich finden lässt (stattdessen! Musste ich feststellen dass ich in meiner Übermüdung an dem morgen ein kreuz UNTER das Kästchen statt in das Kästchen gesetzt habe wodurch ich von einer 1,0 auf eine 1,7 gerutscht bin (ich habe zuhause geheult)). Jedenfalls saß ich da mit Leuten die durchgefallen sind und als der Dozent mich fragt wieso ich da bin sage ich ihm (erstes semester) : Nun ja, ich möchte für den Master an Uni X und die wollen gute Noten in den Methodenfächerun und ich fürchte nicht sonderlich gut in Statistik zu sein..... (In Statistik hatte ich dann später eine.... 1,3. Ja.) und ich denke Manchmal an den moment zurück und cringe einfach.

An der Uni wurde ich tatsächlich angenommen für den Master, so wie ich es ab dem 1. Semester wollte.

Immatrikuliert habe ich mich dann an einer völlig anderen Uni.

Juhu.

[frauenfiguren]

48/2023: Laura "Lau" Mazirel, 29. November 1907

Sie kämpfte als Anwältin und im Untergrund gegen die Verfolgung von Juden, Sinti*ze, Rom*nja und Homosexuellen.

By 4en5meiamsterdam.nl, Fair use Geboren und zu Teilen aufgewachsen im Dorf Gennep, das im Osten and Kleve und Goch grenzt, lernte die Tochter eines Eisenbahners und einer Lehrerin von früh auf Niederländisch und Deutsch. Ihre Eltern waren Pazifisten und sie erzogen ihr einziges Kind auch mit dieser Geisteshaltung. Als Laura zehn Jahre alt war, zog die Familie nach Utrecht, wo sie nach der…

[othomas30]

Song of the day!

This song is such a groover! Good house/funk tune.

[micheltaanman-blog]

Amsterdam - Typical Dutch - Haring eten

[arthistoryanimalia]

For #GuineaPigAppreciationDay, the two earliest examples I've found of guinea pigs in the European visual record:

1. Painting attributed to Giovanni da Udine, n.d., artist active early 1500s to death in 1564

2. Drawing from the Felix Platter album, collected sometime between 1546-54

Attributed to Giovanni da Udine (Italian, 1487–1564) Head of a Guinea Pig oil on canvas laid on panel 6.5 x 7 in. (16.5 x 17.8 cm.) From Duke's Fine Art Auction catalog, 11th April 2013, Lot 215

Drawing collected by Felix Platter, to be used in Gessner's Historiae animalium. The drawings were made by several artists, mostly anonymous, and were collected between 1546 and 1558 (this one must date to no later than 1554 as it served as a reference for Gessner's woodcut published that year). Bijzondere collectie Universiteit van Amsterdam collection.

[mindfullofyoga]

Krishna Das Kirtan in the studio

Join Krishna Das coming Thursday 

June 27th at 19.00 at SvahaYoga in the Jordaan studio.

All proceeds of this evening will go to Bonobo Alive https://www.bonobo-alive.org/en-au

Bring something to drink and to sit on.

Doors open 18.15. Doors close 19.00. Don’t be late.

Minimum donation €20.  No PIN no change!

Unlimited members only, due to limited space.

To reserve your spot mail before coming weekend to: info@svahayoga.com

[fullsandwichmiracle]

Welcome to Amsterdam | Part two: After party

Part one here

Paring: Joost Klein x female!reader 

Description: Arriving at the party you and Joost hit it off heading of to his place

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, oral receiving and giving, PIV ,unprotected , overstimulation, smoking, alcohol

Word count: 3K+

You followed the address Joost had given you and found yourselves at a downtown club. The door was closed, and after checking the time on the piece of paper, you confirmed it matched the clock. Sara knocked on the door, and a huge dude in a black suit opened it with a nod of recognition as you handed him the piece of paper. He ushered you inside, where the pulsating beat of music and vibrant lights welcomed you to the lively atmosphere of the club. 

You and Sara headed straight to the bar, quickly ordering two shots of tequila each and knocking them back, clearly eager to kick off the night. After the shots, you grabbed two beers and made your way to the smoking area, where you saw Joost chatting with a group of people and smoking. He didn't seem to notice you, so you and Sara lit up the cigarettes, enjoying the music in the background as you chatted and smoked.

Even though this was the first time you went out together, you guys were in sync. You really liked Sara, her bubbly energy hyping you up as you danced outside as you were smoking.

After a while, you felt a hand on your shoulder, prompting you to turn around and see Joost. The alcohol's effects were evident as you hugged him and said, "Hello, Mr. Joost," before stepping back to let Sara greet him. 

"Hello, when did you guys get here?" he asked, pulling out a new cigarette to join your group.

"We just got here," Sara quickly replied, then downed the rest of her beer and tossed her cigarette. "Y/N, I'm going to get some more, do you want some?"

You quickly gulped down your beer and handed her the glass. "I'm having whatever you're having." you replied, giving Sara a kiss on her cheek before she headed off into the crowd. 

"What about you, cutie?" you asked Joost as you took a drag from your cigarette.

"I just got here too," he replied, taking a sip from his drink. 

"You look hot," he continued after some silence, locking eyes with you.

"Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself," you replied with a laugh, feeling the playful energy between you both. As the music thumped around you, you felt a rush of excitement mingled with the alcohol's warmth, making the moment feel electric.

You continued to chat until Sara returned with two cocktails and handed you one. Taking a sip, your face scrunched up from the high amount of alcohol. "Whoa, that's strong," you exclaimed, laughing as you adjusted to the potent drink. Sara chuckled beside you, clearly enjoying the moment as she had no trouble drinking hers.

Joost leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Looks like Sara's trying to get you all tipsy tonight," he said with a smirk, raising his own glass in a mock toast.

You laughed, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spreading through you. "Seems like it," you replied, taking another cautious sip of the cocktail.

As the night progressed, the music throbbed louder, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. You found yourself caught up in the energy of the moment, enjoying the company of Joost and Sara in the vibrant atmosphere of the club.

All of you moved to the dance floor and danced to the music. After a while, Joost put his arms around you, standing behind you swaying to the music. You leaned in, moving your body in sync with his, feeling the rhythm pulse through you as the night continued to unfold in a haze of music and laughter.

As the music enveloped you, Joost's presence behind you felt both comforting and electrifying. The beat thumped through the floor, merging with the pulsating lights that illuminated the dance floor. Sara danced nearby, her infectious laughter blending with the music.

Joost leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "You're a great dancer."

You smiled as you turned around to face him, putting your arms around his neck and looking up. Joost bit his lip, meeting your gaze with a playful intensity. 

Joost's gaze held yours, his eyes twinkling with a mix of curiosity and desire. The music continued to pulse around you, adding to the charged atmosphere between you. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned in closer, his breath mingling with yours.

"So fucking pretty" he murmured softly, his voice barely audible over the music.

You felt a rush of anticipation, your heart beating faster as you leaned in towards him, the world around you fading into the background.

As you leaned in, your lips gently touched in a tender kiss. The soft touch of your lips against Joost's sent a thrill through you both. Time seemed to slow down as you shared a moment of warmth and connection amidst the pulsing music and the dim lights of the club. The kiss deepened slightly, expressing a mutual attraction and a hint of playful desire.

When you finally pulled back, you both lingered in the closeness, exchanging smiles that spoke volumes about the unspoken understanding between you. The music continued to throb around you, but in that moment, the world narrowed down to just the two of you, wrapped in a quiet intensity that felt both exhilarating and comforting.

Joost gently rested his forehead against yours, his hands still tenderly holding you close. The moment felt charged with unspoken words and shared emotions, the music fading into the background as you savored each other's presence. 

"You're amazing," Joost whispered, his voice low and filled with sincerity.

A warmth spread through you at his words, and you couldn't help but smile. "You're not so bad yourself," you replied softly, feeling a rush of affection for this unexpected connection.

Joost placed a kiss on your forehead and then bent down to kiss your cheek. "Wanna go somewhere private?" he asked in a low voice, sending a shiver down your spine.

His touch and his words stirred a mix of excitement and anticipation within you. The suggestion of leaving together, away from the pulsating club atmosphere, felt both thrilling and intimate. 

You nodded silently, feeling a rush of adrenaline as you held onto his hand, as you made your way through the crowd towards the exit.

On your way out, you waved goodbye to Sara, who had noticed you leaving with Joost.

Sara waved back with a knowing smile, silently cheering you on as you and Joost disappeared into the night together. 

The cool air enveloped you both as you stepped outside. Joost pointed in a direction, "The place I'm renting is just a short walk that way," he said, taking your hand and leading the way. 

You followed Joost through the quiet streets, the distant sounds of the club fading behind you. His hand felt warm and reassuring in yours as you walked together under the soft glow of streetlights. As you approached his place, Joost unlocked the door and held it open for you with a smile.

"Welcome," he said, gesturing for you to enter.

Inside, the atmosphere was calm and inviting. Joost went to the kitchen and fetched a bottle of wine. "Care for some wine, gorgeous?" he asked, flashing a charming smile. 

You smiled back, feeling the warmth of his hospitality and the cozy ambiance of the room. "Sure, that sounds perfect," you replied, moving closer to where he stood by the kitchen counter.

Joost poured two glasses of wine and handed one to you, his touch lingering slightly as he passed it over. You took a sip, savoring the rich flavor and the moment with Joost. He gestured towards the sofa and walked over to it, switching on the TV. You followed suit, sitting down beside him and taking another sip of your wine. 

He put on a movie at low volume for background noise, then turned towards you, gently placing his free hand on your cheek before leaning in for a brief kiss.

The soft touch of his hand on your cheek and the tender warmth of his lips against yours sent a thrill through you. It was a gentle kiss, filled with intensity.

As he pulled back slightly, you met his gaze, feeling a rush of emotions swirling between you. The movie played softly in the background, but your attention was focused entirely on each other. 

You took one last sip of the wine and set the glass down on the table. Then, you climbed onto Joost's lap, straddling his thighs. Joost smiled as he took a sip from his glass before placing it down next to yours. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer as he gazed into your eyes with a mixture of desire and affection. The room was filled with a subtle tension, the air thick with anticipation as you leaned in to kiss him again, your heart racing with excitement.

The kiss deepened, each touch and movement filled with a growing passion that ignited between you. Joost's hands gently caressed your back, sending shivers down your spine as you melted into his embrace. Lost in the moment, you both allowed yourselves to surrender to the magnetic pull drawing you closer together, the world outside fading away as you embraced the warmth and intimacy of the night.

The kiss depended as you tilted your head as your tongues intertwined and you could feel Joost's hands moving around your body and pulling you even closer. As you let him pull you closer you could feel his growing bulge underneath you making you let out a small moan. 

The moan made Joost move his hands to your hips to help you ride him, making you moan out  “I need you.” into his neck. 

Joost lifted your chin and planted a kiss on your lips before rising from the couch, lifting you effortlessly with him.

He carried you in his arms with a confident stride, moving towards the bedroom where the soft glow of a bedside lamp illuminated the room. As he gently laid you down on the bed, the air around you was charged with anticipation and desire. He pulled his shirt off, then leaned down over you. "You need me, huh?" he whispered, his voice tinged with desire. 

His touch was confident yet tender as he traced his fingers lightly along your skin, igniting a trail of sensation that sent shivers down your spine. The room felt intimate and charged with anticipation as you gazed up at him, your desire mirrored in his eyes. 

As he hovered above you, his lips found yours again in a hungry kiss, deepening the connection between you. Your hands roamed over his back, feeling the warmth of his skin, as the desire between you intensified. The soft sounds of your breath mingled with the quiet rustle of sheets as you both gave in to the intoxicating passion of the moment. His hands trailed down to your skirt, hooking a finger in the waistband. "Can I?" he asked softly, tracing his finger along the edge. You nodded eagerly, a desperate "please" escaping your lips.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Joost gently slid your skirt down, revealing more of your skin inch by inch. His touch was tender yet filled with desire, sending a thrill through you as anticipation built between you. Your breath quickened as Joost continued to undress you with careful attention, his gaze locked with yours in an intense exchange of desire. The air around you crackled with electricity as he revealed more of your body, each moment heightening the tension between you. He threw your skirt to the floor before once again towering over you, placing one of his hands high up on your thigh. You could feel his thumb barely touching the outside of your underwear making you let out a pleading moan. 

His thumb grazed over your underwear drenched in your desire for him. “Wow, so wet for me” he said, sliding your underwear to the side, sliding his thumb between your wet folds making you let out a moan “Joost, please i want you”.  Joost moved his hand to your face, gently kissing you before whispering in your ear, "I'm here, schatje." He placed a kiss on your neck before lying down beside you. "Come here," he murmured, his fingers unbuckling his belt. 

You moved over, assisting him with his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. As you worked on his jeans, Joost's breath hitched slightly as you pulled them down freeing his bulge. You could clearly see the outline of his dick underneath his underwear. You bit your lip, looking up at Joost as your hand traced against the outline, feeling him flinch slightly from your touch. You rubbed the outline making him grow even more "Don't be a tease, schatje” Joost growled, as he bit his lip.

His voice was husky with desire as his hands gently guided yours, urging you to continue. The tension between you intensified, filled with anticipation and longing. You sat up, removing your shirt, leaving yourself in just your underwear. Leaning back down, you hooked your finger in his waistband and guided his underwear off freeing his erection. Joost helped you take off his underwear and threw it to the side along with his pants. You wrapped your hand around the base of him, looking up at Joost as you opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue licking his tip. He let out a deep grunt in response.

You continued to tease him with your tongue, swirling it around his tip before taking him deeper into your mouth. Joost's hands gripped the sheets, his breathing becoming heavier. Encouraged by his reactions, you moved your mouth up and down his length, your pace gradually increasing. His groans grew louder, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure. 

Joost's hips began to move in rhythm with your motions, his hand finding its way to the back of your head, guiding you gently. You felt his grip tighten as you took him deeper, his breathing becoming more ragged. 

"You're incredible," he whispered, his voice filled with raw desire. 

You kept your pace, alternating between deep, slow movements and quicker, teasing ones. Joost's moans grew louder before he grabbed your cheeks, gently stopping you from continuing, making you let out a whine as you were enjoying him filling your mouth. 

He sat up, kissed your flushed lips, and gently laid you down onto the bed. "My turn," he murmured, removing your bra and tossing it aside before placing soft kisses on your now exposed breasts as he squeezed them. Joost nibbled on your nippels, making your breath hitch before his kisses trailed down, eliciting small moans of pleasure from you as he reached the waistband of your underwear. He placed a kiss over the fabric before pulling them down and tossing them aside. His finger teased around your clit before sliding down between your folds. He placed a kiss on your clit, and you gasped as you felt his finger enter you. 

Joost moved his finger rhythmically, curling it inside you, while his lips and tongue worked on your clit. You arched your back, gripping the sheets, your moans growing louder with each wave of pleasure. "That's it, schatje," he murmured against you, sending shivers down your spine.

Joost's movements intensified, and your body responded eagerly. His tongue circled your clit, his fingers thrusting deeper, and you felt the tension building inside you. "Joost," you gasped, your voice trembling with need. He looked up, his eyes dark with desire, before redoubling his efforts. The sensation was overwhelming, and with a final cry, you were pushed over the edge, waves of pleasure crashing through you. 

Joost continued to move gently, drawing out your orgasm until you were left trembling. He then moved up, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. "You taste amazing," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. 

Joost lined up his throbbing dick to your entrance guiding it against your folds making you whimper as you felt it twitch. “Can I?" he asked for reassurance, making you nood as you wanted more of him. As he entered, you let out a moan crying in pleasure and overstimulation. 

Joost began to slowly thrust his hips allowing you to adjust to his size, until fully bottoming out inside you as you cried out “ fu.. fuck Joost. Oh my God!” making him pick up his pace. Wrapping your legs around him allows him to get deeper, hitting the perfect spot making you scream out in pleasure as your hands wrapped around his body digging your nails into his back making him grunt as he continues thrusting into you.  

He leaned down kissing you passionately as he rocked his hips into you, making your moan muffled by the kiss. His hand that wasn't holding him up was trailing around your body, feeling you up. His hand stopped at your breasts, fondling them as his fingers played with your nippels, sending a shiver down your spine making you arch your back. Thrusting hard into you making you let out a whimpering scream.

His hand moved back to your side to get more support. His head fell down now resting by the side of your neck placing kisses and leaving marks on your neck as he started to thrust harder. “you feel so f..fucking good, schatje” Joost grunted into your neck making you tighten around him. 

“close, Joost, i'm close”  you moaned, grabbing him by his hair. “Come on my dick, schatje” he said into your neck with a heavy breath, trying to keep his pace up. 

His words and constant tempo pushed you over the edge making you spasm as he continued thrusting, carrying you over your orgasm making a tear roll down your cheek as his pace became fast and irregular as he came inside you filling you up with his liquids. Joost kissed your lips before he slumped over falling to the side of you as both of you breathed heavily coming down from the high. 

Joost placed a kiss on your cheek wiping away your tears “So pretty” he whispered before getting up and going out of the bedroom leaving you alone as you tried to catch your breath. 

He quickly came back in with a glass of water and a towel to clean you up. He placed the glass on the bedside table before drying you off with the towel. “I'm going to take a shower, don't go anywhere” Joost leaning down to kiss you before leaving again. 

You pushed yourself to a sitting position and grabbed the glass of water, chugging it down quickly. 

Joost hurried back into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Come on, let's get you in the shower, schatje," he said, extending his hand to help you up. Following his lead, you entered the shower, where he had thoughtfully placed a fresh towel on a nearby table. 

Upon emerging from the shower, you noticed a toothbrush still in its packaging and a tube of toothpaste, prompting you to sit down and freshen up.

As you made your way back to the bedroom, you found Joost lounging on the bed, engrossed in videos on his phone while casually smoking a cigarette. A full glass of water sat on the bedside table, and he smiled at your entrance. "Feel free to pick something from my closet for tonight," he offered before returning to his phone. 

You sifted through his clothes until you settled on what appeared to be a simple white t-shirt. Slipping it on, you were taken aback when Joost let out a chuckle. Looking down, you discovered the words "I ❤️ Joost Klein" written across the shirt. He patted the bed, inviting you to join him, "Come here, Liefje."

You climbed into bed with him, snuggling close and resting your head on his chest. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before murmuring "goede nacht schat" as he put out his cigarette and drifted off to sleep. The gentle rise and fall of his chest lulled you into a peaceful slumber.

Part three here

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