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Source: Remo Savisaar photo
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Wild boars in the morning fog.
3.09.2023
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#mirjam mölder-mikfelt#mikfelt.com#estonian artists#artists on tumblr#nature#love#art#hiking#hiker#naturelover#naturalist#wald#forest#woods#uk#wales#trees#ancient forest#nature photography#greenery#scenery#landscapes#forests#fairy forest
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[Photo above by: Ossi Saarinen]
Legends and myths about trees
Forest myths, Estonian traditional beliefs (6)
The world of the Estonians’ ancestors – Metsik, the forest elves
Metsik is the elf of the woodlands. According to ancient Estonian folklore, Metsik were wood elves who lived everywhere there were trees, from coniferous woodlands to shallow swamp forests. When Metsik appears to people, they assume the appearance of a bird, a wild animal, or a beautiful tree. A singing bird who truly is Metsik sings songs that humans can understand. They can also understand the language of the aspen tree that rustles in the wind for that aspen tree is Metsik.
If birdsong is heard, it may be a Metsik singing. People can hear Metsik in an aspen tree that rustles in the wind. Metiks are the guardian spirits of the forest. They do not approve of cutting down trees, bonfires and, above all, waste dumping. When people enter the forest with cruel intentions, Metik misleads them away from their sacred home.

木にまつわる伝説・神話
森の神話・エストニアの民間伝承 (6)
エストニア人の祖先の世界 〜 森の妖精メツィク
メツィクは森の妖精である。古代エストニアの民話によれば、メツィクは針葉樹林から浅い沼沢林まで、木があるところならどこにでも住んでいた森の妖精である。メツィクが人々の前に現れるとき、彼らは鳥や野生の動物、あるいは美しい樹木の姿をとる。本当にメツィクである歌う鳥は、人間が理解できる歌を歌う。また、風にそよぐアスペンの木の言葉を理解することもできる。
鳥のさえずりが聞こえたら、それはメツィクが歌っているのかもしれない。人々は風にそよぐアスペンの木からメツィクの声を聞くことができる。メツィクは森の守護霊である。彼らは木を伐採したり、焚き火をしたり、とりわけゴミを捨てることを認めない。人々が悪意を持って森に入ると、メツィクは彼らを神聖な家から遠ざけるよう惑わす。
#trees#tree legend#tree myth#folklore#mythology#legend#estonian mythology#metsik#forest guardian#forest elf#aspen trees#woodlands#nature#art#forest fairy
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#k2tlinnn#beautiful#photography#cute#nature#love#estonian#cat#santa claus#christmas#christmas tree#siamese cat#siamese#kitty#minnie#instagram
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Asari maastik, 1896
By Lilly Walther
#art#painting#fine art#classical art#estonian art#baltic german painter#baltic german artist#baltic german#landscape#nature#19th century art#watercolor art#watercolour#europe#watercolor#watercolour art#european art
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"La medicina del futuro será la música y el sonido" "The medicine of the future will be music and sound." ~ Edgar Cayce (1877-1945) Megáfonos gigantes obra de los estudiantes de arquitectuta de la Academia Estonia de Arte. Un lugar para descansar y disfrutar de los sonidos de la naturaleza en Baumkronenweg Park, Kopfing, Austria.
#medicine#medicina#art#arte#Academia Estonia de Arte#Estonian Academy of arts#austria#forest#bosque#nature#naturaleza#sound#sonido
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i need to be in a bog
#it's my natural habitat#i've made up for my lack of bog visits by going to walks in the cemetery a lot so they at least can't take away my estonian license
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This time, however, I found a living Estonian. Pvt. Lepp might be dead, but Assistant Tamm, for now, lives.
#makes me realise just how common estonian surnames with regards to nature really are#lepp is alder#tamm is oak#and my own surname is not plant-based but it literally does mean 'mountain'#which is comedy because estonia has a notoriously flat terrain and my entire family for generations is short and slim as shit
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Andrus Laansalu talked about making Disco Elysium at EKA (Estonian Academy of Arts)
"Initially, the church wasn't a focal point. There were certain characters that needed to visit this location, and I asked, "Seriously, what do we have in our church?" The others replied, "Nothing at all. Our church is completely bare—just a wheel, really. It's quite basic."
That's when I decided to unleash my creativity in the design. For example, they chose to install a glass structure at the top of the church to create a reflective surface. It was like placing an optical clock up there. Therefore, one of the most crucial aspects of designing the church was ensuring the lighting was just right to create the desired atmosphere."
"Let me show you an example of Baroque architecture, which is rich in detail. We're also designing the interior of the church based on large cathedrals. However, the foundation you use might not yield the expected results, because the church itself doesn't require such intricate details. Sometimes, it's about simplifying the design."
"I used Articy for the initial scriptwriting of Disco Elysium. The image only represents a tiny fraction of the text and choice variables involved. This system was also the reason I eventually abandoned the project after a year of outlining the script and shifted my focus to becoming a sound designer. My mind struggled to keep up with the dynamic graphic rules, but fortunately, a more talented writer took over afterward."
"In terms of sound design, it's essential to develop different layers to bring out the charm of the church as a cohesive space. Although this represents only a small portion of the overall design, each layer actually requires a significant amount of time to compose the whole....... Whenever there's a shift or a change due to the dialogue itself, you need to adjust the background sounds. Each time you modify the details in the dialogue, I have to refine the background audio, ensuring that these elements build upon each other like an intricate layer of work."
"It's funny how many scenes involve characters getting smacked in the face. My job was to recreate those, so I locked myself in the bathroom with a recorder and hit my forehead until it turned red.
As a sound designer, I really dig those unsettling, drill-like sounds. So, I mixed in creepy lectures, metal scraping, moans, and cries of pain—because I just love that stuff! (laughs)
Players will be moving through all kinds of areas, so it's super important to make the sound transitions feel natural, trying to create a more immersive vibe in certain spaces.
With all the scenes featuring big cranes, you can hear them from far away, and I wanted to capture that eerie ringing in your ears. That's going to be a thing throughout most of the game. I've found ways to really mess with players while they're playing!"
"I've come across a lot of old objects (like phones and radios) that I needed to perfectly replicate the sounds. I started to become a bit of a hoarder, buying up different models of old phones whenever I found one to add to my collection. The sound effects I can simulate from them are really impressive."
"Some of the devices don't actually exist in real life—just a mix of architecture and tech. When I need to create sound effects, I first look for something similar that exists in our world, then I try to simulate what the sound and appearance of that thing might have been like a century ago.
Towards the end of the game, there's a character carrying a fuel canister. We needed the sound of the canister, so we dug one up from our garage—it had been sitting there since it was five! I realized this would make the sound perfect. So, it had been there for 50 years, and after 40 years, it finally found its purpose.
In some places, I needed unique sound waves, and recreating them was a real headache until one day I happened to walk by a swimming pool and stumbled upon an old wartime torpedo. You can rotate the torpedo's probe, and it slowly rises up, like a proud zombie head. The sounds it made were exactly what I needed!"
🙋How did you manage to get funding?
"Well, since we're in Estonia, you just need to know a wealthy person. You don't need five people—just two who can network, hang out together, and convince them to keep investing! (laughs) Back then, we constantly ran out of money and would tell them, 'Oops, looks like we spent it all! Can you invest a bit more?' That's how we made it through!"
🙋How did you all come together to make the game?
"Luck. It usually doesn't happen this way, and that's the key difference. It has to be. If not, you couldn't create a game of this scale - well, I mean in terms of budget. But creatively, Estonia definitely has writers and artists who can pull it off. With such a small population, there are a lot of quirky folks who are good friends. We were really lucky, though - lots of fortunate circumstances came together. It brought the right people together, allowing those talented fools to collaborate with us. They had experience but hadn't tackled projects of this magnitude before. So yeah, luck is pretty important!"
Lecture experience shared by 白兔YIYANG SUN on 小红书, reposted & translated by me with her permission.
#disco elysium#inspiration#I was so touched by the parts#50 yrs later the old fuel can was found#and the torpedo does art not harm#i need to take down notes#sobbing#you guys are a miracle
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Source: marjemetsaots: "Wait, I'm coming! ", Pärnumaa, Estonia
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#mirjam mölder-mikfelt#mikfelt.com#estonian artists#nature#love#calm#calmness#bliss#tranquility#peace#peaceful#greenery#lake#green#green lake#austria#naturelover#beautiful nature#nature photography#landscape#mountain#mountains#mountain photography#hiker#hiking#trees#forest#spruce#fir#fir tree
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Legends and myths about trees
Forest myths, Estonian traditional beliefs (5)
The world of the Estonians’ ancestors – Magical objects [first part]
White Ship (valge laev) - mythical ship that brings freedom or takes people away to a better land. This myth was born around 1860 when a small sect led by Juhan Leinberg (also known as Prophet Maltsvet) gathered near Tallinn to wait for a white ship to take them away.
Hat of fingernails (küüntest kübar) - makes the bearer (usually Vanatühi) invisible. In Estonian mythology, Vanatühi ("Old empty one", or alternatively, Vanapagan, "Old devil") is a/the devil or god of the underworld, a giant farmer who is more stupid than malevolent. Vanapagan is the ogre character in Estonian versions of the series of internationally known folktales of the stupid ogre.
Letter gloves (kirikindad) – were believed to have protective or magic powers, especially church letter gloves and the gloves that sailors wore. Letter gloves were (are) decorated with special geometric patterns and narrow red stripes; they have many whispers and spells in them because the crafter used to sing while making, dyeing and knitting yarn.
Letter Belt (kirivöö) - the belt had the most ancient and magical patterns of all the craft items, red woven belts and laces were a common item to sacrifice (they were tied to the branches of holy trees). The belt was tied around parts of body that were sick and, pulled tightly around the waist, to protect and give strength to the bearer.
Sacred stones - the last ice age has left a lot of great stones (erratics) in Estonia. Many of them were considered sacred and people came to them to sacrifice silver, blood, red ribbons and coins and ask for welfare and prosperity. Often, the stones have little holes in them, some of them probably used to place the sacrifice in. The meaning and function of the holes is however still disputed; according to a paleoastronomer they may have had a calendary function.
Travelling forests - when people are mean, greedy and cruel, the forests will leave those places. The most stories about travelling forests are found in coastal areas of Estonia.

木にまつわる伝説・神話
森の神話・エストニアの民間伝承 (5)
エストニア人の祖先の世界 〜 魔法のオブジェ(続き)
白船(valge laev)- 自由をもたらし、より良い土地へと人々を連れ去る神話上の船。この神話は1860年頃、ユハン・レインベルグ(預言者マルツヴェトとしても知られる)に率いられた小さな一派がタリン近郊に集まり、自分たちを連れ去ってくれる白い船を待ったことから生まれた。
爪の帽子(küüntest kübar) - 持ち主(通常はヴァナトゥヒ)を見えなくする。エストニア神話では、ヴァナテュヒ(「老いた空っぽの者」、あるいはヴァナパガン、「老いた悪魔」)は冥界の悪魔または神であり、悪意というより愚かな巨大農夫である。ヴァナパガンは、国際的に知られる一連の愚かな鬼の民話のエストニア語版に登場する鬼のキャラクターである。
レター・グローブ(kirikindad)-特に教会便りの手袋や船乗りが身につける手袋には、身を守る力や魔法の力があると信じられていた。レターグ・ローブには特殊な幾何学模様と細い赤い縞模様が施され、糸を作ったり染めたり編んだりするときに職人が歌っていたため、多くのささやきや呪文が込められている。
レター・ベルト(kirivöö)-ベルトは、工芸品の中で最も古く、魔法のような模様をしており、赤い織物のベルトやレースは、生け贄に捧げるための一般的なアイテムだった(聖なる木の枝に結ばれていた)。ベルトは、体の病気の部分に巻かれ、腰の周りにきつく引っ張られ、持ち主を守り、力を与えた。
聖なる石 - 最後の氷河期は、エストニアに多くの巨石(迷子石)を残した。その多くは神聖なものとされ、人々は銀や血、赤いリボンやコインを捧げ、福祉と繁栄を祈願するために訪れた。多くの場合、石には小さな穴が開いており、そのうちのいくつかは生贄を捧げるために使われたものと思われる。古天文学者によれば、穴には暦の機能があったのかもしれない。
旅する森 - 人々が意地悪で、貪欲で、残酷であると、森はその場所を去ってしまう。旅する森にまつわる話は、エストニアの沿岸部に多く見られる。
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What are your favorite cities that you've traveled to?
St Peterbsurg hands down. Other than that, I really like Sochi (sea, mountains, Soviet-era neoclassical architecture), Samara (wide river Volga, an endless beach line, Art Nouveau architecture and so much history), Vyborg (European vibes, Northern nature, and the Alvar Aalto library). There's still a lot I haven't seen in Russia!
Some small towns I thoroughly enjoyed are Kolomna, Suzdal and Izborsk.
Kolomna is in Moscow oblast, lots of tourists these days. There's an ancient Kremlin and lots of small museums and shops and cafes. It had one of the nicest cafes I've ever visited, there are small tables scattered across the farden. I sat under a blossoming apple tree and had tea out of a porcelain cup. It was divine.
Suzdal is in Vladimir oblast, part of the Golden Ring. It's like you're back in the 15th century or something. There's nothing higher than 2 floors. There are dozens of churches. I was there a number of years ago, we rented a real wooden house. Our host supplied bliny for breakfast every day, and fresh crunchy cucumbers were in unlimited supply.
Izborsk is in Pskov oblast near the Estonian border. It has ruins of a 14th century stone fortress and some even earlier remains (dating back to the 7th century). (SEVENTH.) It also has many lovely museums and shops and cafes—all things that I love. :D
I want to explore more of those, I love the feeling that you went back in history!
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What Are We. ✷ Paul Aron



Pairing: Paul Aron x Friend!reader
Summary: When all signs start to point that maybe you guys are more than friends.
Word Count: 2.1k
Vera’a Voice! Free time for me!!!! Which means I get to write and get down and dirty and grind. (Write.) this blurb is for my bbg Ellis. Hai. Suhhhhh. ok now adding this bit but I already wrote everything so its too late but im giggling bc I just searched and learned estonia is not that much of a warm beachy country oops. Ok Bye. my b. OH WELL.
The long-awaited summer break was something you had looked forward to since the season began. Climbing the ladder as a media intern in motorsports had been tough, but landing your big break in Formula 2 made every late night and early morning worth it.
It was one step closer to your ultimate dream.
Sure, it had been thrilling, but also more stressful than you’d ever imagined. Capturing the perfect shot, fumbling with your camera settings at the worst moments, and racing against deadlines—it was far from easy.
But despite the challenges, you wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Being young and working as an intern came with its own unique perks too—like getting to know some of the drivers on a personal level.
Not even a year ago would you have ever thought you’d be on a little friend vacation to Estonia with people like Paul Aron or Dino Beganovic and a couple other beloved interns that you had the pleasure of meeting.
And if you told yourself seven months ago you’d be in this scenario, you’d actually laugh.
Paul had been thoughtful enough to organize this entire trip, excited to share the beauty of his homeland with everyone.
Even after traveling halfway across the globe for this sport, Estonia easily ranked as one of the most stunning places you’d ever seen.
It was day two of this unforgettable getaway, and the late afternoon was approaching fast. The group had spent the day soaking up the sun at the beach, swimming in the crystal-clear water, and enjoying the luxurious villa you’d all pitched in to rent for the week.
But now, it was time for something even more special—Paul was finally taking you all to see his true home, where his mother had prepared a dinner that promised to be just as warm and inviting as the country itself.
Dinner in Paul’s family home was as cozy and picturesque as you’d expected. His mom had gone all out, setting the table with traditional Estonian dishes that filled the room with delicious aromas. Paul was effortlessly charming, introducing everyone to his siblings, Anna and Ralf, and making sure no one felt out of place.
You’d always known Paul had this way of making people feel special—it was part of his personality, the charm that came so naturally to him. To you, he’d always just been Paul. Sure, he was flirty sometimes, but that was just who he was, right? Nothing more.
Or so you thought.
The meal was going smoothly until Anna, his sister, casually leaned across the table and asked, “So, how long have you two been together?”
The entire table froze for half a second before erupting into giggles and suppressed laughter.
Your fork clattered against your plate as you nearly choked. “What?” you sputtered, eyes darting to Paul for backup. “We’re not—no, no. We’re not together.”
Anna blinked at you innocently. “Really? You sure? Because I would've thought—”
Ralf snickered, adding fuel to the fire. “Yeah, the way you two act—it’s like, I don’t know, kind of obvious?”
Your face burned, and you glanced at Paul, who had leaned back in his chair with a faint smirk, clearly enjoying your flustered state. He wasn’t rushing to clear anything up either.
What an idiot.
Before you could stammer out another denial, Paul’s mother chimed in, her voice light but curious. “Paul, you never told me you had a girlfriend?"
Your jaw dropped. “I’m not his—”
Paul cut in smoothly, though his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Ema,” he said, addressing his mother, “Don't worry, I would've told you.”
The laughter at the table got even louder. Dino, seated to your right, practically doubled over as he tried (and failed) to keep his drink from spilling. One of the others whispered something that sent him into another fit of giggles.
“Sorry, but this is too good,” Dino said, wiping at his eyes. “You should see your face right now.”
You groaned, burying your face in your hands for a moment, your cheeks blazing. “We’re just friends!” You insisted again, though the way everyone at the table was grinning made it clear no one believed you.
Paul leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at you, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Relax,” He said, his voice low and teasing. “You’re making this way more awkward than it needs to be.”
“You’re enjoying this,” You quietly gritted through your teeth back, side-eyeing him.
He shrugged, completely unbothered as he whispered. “A little.”
The laughter slowly died down, but the tension lingered. You tried to focus on your plate, but it was impossible to ignore the flutter in your chest or the way Paul kept sneaking amused glances at you.
It was just Paul, you told yourself. The same Paul who flirted with everyone, who loved teasing you, who couldn’t possibly mean anything by it. But tonight, under the warm glow of the dining room lights, surrounded by his family and friends, the line between teasing and something more felt blurrier than ever.
And the way he winked at you before taking another bite of his food only made that flutter worse.
Soon, the evening had settled in beautifully, the Estonian coastline bathed in hues of amber and violet as the last traces of sunlight dipped below the horizon.
After dinner, the group returned to the villa, laughter and chatter filling the spacious living room as everyone settled into their version of post-dinner relaxation. Dino had taken to challenging the others in a card game, while the rest debated over who would make the best DJ for the night.
You had excused yourself after a while, craving a quiet moment away from the lively energy. The villa's balcony called to you, with its perfect view of the shore and the gentle sound of waves rolling against the sand. The cool evening air kissed your skin as you leaned against the railing, letting the salty breeze fill your lungs. The horizon stretched endlessly, the water shimmering under the soft glow of the moon.
For a while, you simply let yourself get lost in the serenity of the moment, your thoughts wandering back to the chaos of dinner. The teasing, the tension, the way Paul’s gaze had lingered on you just a little too long. You shook your head, trying to brush it off as nothing more than his usual antics.
It was just Paul.
Or was it?
You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the door to the balcony slide open until Paul’s voice broke through the quiet.
"Got room for one more?"
You glanced over your shoulder to see him step closer, joining you anyways, his familiar smirk in place. He leaned against the railing beside you, his arm brushing lightly against yours. The touch was subtle, barely there, but it sent a small jolt through you nonetheless.
"You okay?" He asked.
“Just needed a little air.” You glanced at him, half-expecting him to move away, but he didn’t. If anything, he leaned closer, his gaze fixed on the horizon, as if he didn’t notice—or maybe he did.
For a while, the two of you stood in silence, the only sound the distant waves and the occasional rustle of the breeze. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t exactly easy, either. The day’s events had left too much unsaid.
Finally, Paul broke the silence. “You know,” he began, his tone a little hesitant, “I almost planned this trip just for the two of us.”
You turned to him, surprised. “What?”
He gave you a small, self-conscious smile. “Yeah. I wanted it to be just us. I thought it’d be nice to show you where I’m from, spend some time together without… racing being in the way.” He let out a quiet laugh.
“But Dino found out, and he wouldn’t let it happen. Said it’d be too obvious, especially since we aren't, you know…”
“Together?,” You finished, your voice barely above a whisper.
Paul nodded, his gaze fixed on the shoreline. “Yeah. And I couldn’t really argue with him.. he said I could've scared you off.”
Your heart was racing now, the implications of his words sinking in. He’d wanted this trip to be just the two of you? You hadn’t even realized he’d thought about you like that.
“You actually planned this for us?” You asked, your voice soft.
He shrugged, his smile a little shy. “I wanted to show you something important to me. I thought maybe it’d mean something more.” He paused, then added with a teasing edge, “But I guess I didn’t do a great job of getting my point across.”
You blinked, the memories of all the lingering glances, the playful teasing, the way he always seemed to find a reason to be near you during race weekends were suddenly flooding your mind.
You’d brushed it off every time, chalking it up to Paul just being Paul.
But now…
“I guess.. I didn’t realize,” You admitted quietly.
Paul chuckled, his arm brushing yours again as he leaned a little closer. “Yeah, I got that impression. You’re not exactly the most perceptive when it comes to certain things.”
You shot him a half-hearted glare, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. “Oh, come on!" You nudged your arm against his, now even closer than ever.
"Okay, maybe I’m a little oblivious. But in my defense, you flirt with everyone. How was I supposed to know you’re serious?”
He tilted his head, his expression softening. “I do flirt a lot. But not like this—not with you.” His voice dropped slightly, the sincerity in his tone making your chest tighten.
“You’re different.”
The words hung in the air between you, heavy and undeniable. You swallowed hard, your thoughts a jumbled mess of confusion and something that felt dangerously close to hope.
Paul shifted, turning to face you fully now. ��Look, I’m just going to say it." He laugh, probably feeling embarrassed it's taken this long to properly ask you.
"I’ve been trying to make it obvious that I’m interested in you, but maybe I’ve been going about it the wrong way.” He let out a breath, his lips quirking into a now nervous smile. “So… what are we? Because I know what I want us to be. I’ve known for a while now. And it sucked having to deny to my family that you're my girlfriend.” He paused.
"And you have no idea how badly I wanted it to be true." He laughed softly again, shaking his head.
“I want this—us—to be something more. I’ve been dropping hints for months, and either you’re really good at ignoring them, or I’m terrible at this.”
Your cheeks flushed, and you glanced down, suddenly hyper-aware of how close he was and how genuine he was.
“I just… I didn’t think you've ever been serious,” You admitted.
“Well, I am,” He said simply, his voice steady now. “And I don’t want to dance around it anymore. Let me take you on a proper date. Just us. No Dino, no friends, no interruptions.”
You looked at him, your heart pounding in your chest. The way he was looking at you—open, vulnerable, and completely earnest—made it impossible to say anything but yes.
“Okay,” You said softly, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’d like that.”
Paul’s grin widened, and he let out a breath of relief, his hand brushing against yours briefly before he pulled back. “Good. Because I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while now.”
As the waves crashed softly in the distance, the two of you leaned against the railing once more, shoulders touching. This time, the spark between you wasn’t just a fleeting moment. It was a promise of something new, something real—and you couldn’t wait to see where it would lead.
comments , likes , & reblogs are appreciated ! ^_^ kinda fw this one!!!! Ur Welcome Ellis Baef.
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