Were in this together now- NIN lyrics
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Posted:Jun 25, 2008 10:16 am
Last Updated:Jun 28, 2008 6:02 pm
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Were in this together now
I've become impossible
Holding on to when
When everything seemed to matter more
The two of us
All used and beaten up
Watching fate as it flows down the path we have chose
You and me
Were in this together now
None of them can stop us now
We will make it through somehow
You and me
If the world should break in two
Until the very end of me
Until the very end of you
Awake to the sound as they peel apart the skin
They pick and they pull
Trying to get their fingers in
Well theyve got to kill what we found
Well theyve got to hate what they fear
Well theyve got to make it go away
Well theyve got to make it disappear
The farther I fall Im beside you
As lost as I get I will find you
The deeper the wound Im inside you
For ever and ever I am a part of
You and me
Were in this together now
None of them can stop us now
We will make it through some how
You and me
If the world should break in two
Until the very end of me
Until the very end of you
All that we were is gone we have to hold on
When all our hope is gone we have to hold on
All that we were is gone but we can hold on
You and me
Were in this together now
None of them can stop us now
We will make it through somehow
You and me
Even after everything
Youre the queen and Im the king
Nothing else means anything
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The Sun died
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Posted:Jun 25, 2008 3:59 am
Last Updated:Jun 28, 2008 6:06 pm
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The Sun died...
The Sun died
The Sun has been gone a while now
The Earth stills sits and barely spins
She does not know what to do
The Sun died
He just super nova’ed one day
Without warning
He up and went away
The Sun died
Its been over 3 years
Yet the Earth, she does not know
Its time to move on
Its time to go…
The Sun died
The Earth, her tears and heart are frozen
Her skies are now bleak
They do not rise
They forever sleep
The Sun died
The Earth, her lover has gone away
The little moon…she tries to help
beaming love and light
every day and every night
She herself, no longer will eclipse
Her Father Sun and Mother Earth
Neither Between... nor Betwixt
The Sun died
~Light Sojourner
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First Snow of Summer Memoir
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Posted:Jun 24, 2008 10:09 pm
Last Updated:Jun 28, 2008 6:08 pm
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Today, it was snowing...
Snowing miniature happy clouds
Clouds of soft downy seeds
Seeds of the Cotton Trees
I stared in wonder
Trying to take it all in...
Trees silhouetted against the frothy pink sunset
Sunset that hushes the lazy summer air
Air filled with summer snowflakes
Snowflakes that fell upon my face and hide quietly in my hair
Before I was ready...
my June-bug mirage started to fade
stepping back into their slumbering nightshade
trees, seed, air and daylight star
left me there alone to ponder
what could only be describe as
my First Snow of Summer Memoir.
~Light Sojourner
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Digital Touch *Dedicated to a fellow Blogger*
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Posted:Jun 24, 2008 8:55 am
Last Updated:Jun 25, 2008 8:58 am
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Digital Touch
You are touching me with you words
Font size 10 in boring black
You don't need to italicize nor be bold
Just your words
Your fucking few words on this screen
You actually reach through
They actually touch me
Can you feel me as you write
Pushing my buttons as you type
Do you stop to lick your fingers?
God how your nimble digits work this keyboard.
Does your mouse become your hand
Inserting, Pasting, and Deleting
Saving my soul as if on command
Can you hear me moan...
through your headphones?
Baby you have to stop teasing.
Don't make me beg for the upgrade.
You know my motherboard is weakening.
I need the newest version, high speed, in deep baud.
Damn it Daddy
I need your Digital Touch
right now!
~Light Sojourner
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NIN- Lyrics to "Fragile" (By Request).
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Posted:Jun 23, 2008 11:27 pm
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2008 6:11 am
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Fragile
she shines
in a world full of ugliness
she matters
when everything is meaningless
fragile
she doesn't see her beauty
she tries to get away
sometimes
it's just that nothing seems worth saving
i can't watch her slip away
i won't let you fall apart
she reads the minds of all the people as they pass by
hoping they can see
if i coul fix myself i'd -
but it's too late for me
i won't let you fall apart
we'll find a perfect place to go where we can run and hide
i'll build a wall and we can keep them on the other side
... but they keep waiting
... and picking ...
it's someting i have to do
i was there, too
before everything else
i was like you
*Thanks to an old friend for this request. Its been a while since I have read these lyrics. *
~Light Sojourner
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Tool- Lyrics to "Reflection"
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Posted:Jun 23, 2008 11:16 pm
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2008 4:54 pm
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I have come curiously close to the end, down
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole,
Defeated, I concede and
Move closer
I may find comfort here
I may find peace within the emptiness
How pitiful
It's calling me...
And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping
The moon tells me a secret - my confidant
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me
Its source is bright and endless
She resuscitates the hopeless
Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting
And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
Don't wanna be down here feeding my narcissism.
I must crucify the ego before it's far too late
I pray the light lifts me out
Before I pine away.
So crucify the ego, before it's far too late
To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical,
And you will come to find that we are all one mind
Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable.
Just let the light touch you
And let the words spill through
And let them pass right through
Bringing out our hope and reason ...
before we pine away.
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Why am I here...good question.
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Posted:Jun 23, 2008 9:40 pm
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2008 5:07 pm
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Good evening...I just wanted to address a question I get a lot in my emails.
What is a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?!?!?!
Well...that is an honest question.
Here is my honest answer.
I don't see my self as sexy.
When I was 14 years old I started to grow...really grow. By the end of that summer I was already 5'11" and still extremely introverted. I honestly asked God why he hated me so much. I had been teased all my school years about my face and never dated...not once. In high school, I just assumed I was ugly and hung out, as I always had, with the nerds. I never looked anyone in the eye and often ran into poles and objects that were above waist level. That didn't help. *smile*
Oddly, I liked speech and debate...yet if you think about it...that is just a good excuse for nerds to congregate...so I was right at home. *grin* I also feel in love with computers, art and science because ...well...that is the pool you swim in when you are not popular or athletic and I was good at them all. That didn't help either. *smile*
So my parents, in desperation and fear that I would never be able to handle college, put me in modeling school to help me with my self esteem, posture (I actually tried to hide my height)and well withdrawn behavior. Sad really...I couldn't walk to save my life and I wasn't pretty like the other girls which only made me feel worse. Yet after a while I was able to do some modeling here and there in town...nothing big...nothing fancy.
So years go by...I am introduced to fine art figure modeling, which at the time, I had no idea was code for "nudes outside". Thank God for my ex who literally push me into doing it because that experience was the start to a whole new outlook, a whole new me or rather the discovery of the me I didn't know was me (are you lost yet?) and ultimately freedom from him. *giggle*
I highly recommend fine art figure to every women as it doesn't matter what you look like or what shape your body is in or not in. That was why I feel in love with it....my outer beauty or lack of it wasn't the point. What did matter was what was inside of me...which I was able to start to uncover with every shoot I did...and that I still do. I slowly realized that I am a beauty even if Cosmo says I'm not. We as people, as women, need to remember who we are...no matter what anyone else says...including yourselves sometimes. We are divine...holy objects of love and light...yet it is harder to hold onto to that internal mental image in this material superficial and consumer driven world...isn't it?
But that is another blog for another time. *wink*
As great as fine art was it still had an element that demanded that the image be natural yet not sexy...not alluring. I liked this as well as I did not see myself as sexy...and certainly not alluring...but then I started to wonder....
So here I am...trying out my sensual wings...testing them...trying to fly. The video and voice introductions are my first real attempt at this... It took a zillion takes and for the second video a cider or two and some great music (MC Solaar "Inch Allah") before I could get it right...yet I still want to delete it all as I am sure they are lame. I am still floored by the emails, flirts, invites, poems, marriage proposals and the recently gifted membership I have received. I just at a loss of what to think or do. Who would have thunk it?!?
Likewise, I have longed to write, but never thought I had the aptitude...the ability. So what better audience than one that probably doesn't care that much...right? The readers that do are so very talented themselves that it is hard not to feel like a pretender...a wannabe...yet I will carry on all the same for there is one thing I do have now...
My Will
Thanks for reading my mental ramblings... hope that answers your question.
Yours,
~Light Sojourner
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Ca
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Posted:Jun 23, 2008 10:01 am
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2008 4:00 am
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I am longing for my captain
to discover my desolate island
here in the depths of the sea.
To hear my song...my call....my need.
To dock in my harbor
to find me all alone, yet brave.
Full of untasted love, of unimaginable light
and the might of a tsunami wave.
Yet fear still lingers off my ivory coast
high winds and deafening rain
threaten to destroy my identity...my sanity
so long have I waited... what seems in vain.
I will stand here on this cliff and sing
A lighthouse if you will
So that you can find your way to me
As the waters around me...to me...are never safe..never still.
When you find me...be gentle
yet do not think me tame
for I am an innocent oh so naive
yet still a siren all the same.
I need a man who knows how to navigate
by sun and stars around my cape
A man who knows that there are two sides to the moon and the many ways to make a woman swoon.
I will wait... my love for your arrival
On my sandy shores...
I will wait for you to embrace me
An Island will I be... no more.
~Light Sojourner
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Funny Pick-Up Lines
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Posted:Jun 21, 2008 8:35 pm
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2008 6:33 am
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I may not be Fred Flintstone, but I bet I can make your bed rock.
I can't find my puppy, can you help me find him? I think he went into this cheap motel room.
Your body's name must be Visa, because it's everywhere I want to be.
Let's do breakfast tomorrow. Should I call you or nudge you?
Yo Baby, you be my Dairy Queen, I'll be your Burger King, you treat me right, and I'll do it your way.
Is it that cold out or are you just smuggling tic-tac's.
You with those curves, and me with no brakes ...
Aw, girl, I'm gonna have to put you on my "To Do" List!
Save a -- ride a cowboy.
Your eyes are as blue as window cleaner.
Inheriting eighty million bucks doesn't mean much when you have a weak heart.
If you're going to regret this in the morning, we can sleep until the afternoon.
What do you say we go back to my crib and do some math: Add a bed, subtract our clothes, divide your legs, and multiply
Your place or mine? Tell you what? I'll flip a coin. Head at my place, tail at yours
Love is a sensation, caused by a temptation, to feel penetration. a guy sticks his location in a girl's destination, to increase the population for the next generation, did you get my explanation, or do you need a demonstration?
I have a six inch tongue and I can breath through my ears
My boys over there bet that I wouldn't be able to start a conversation with the most beautiful girl in the room. Want to buy some drinks with their money?
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Is that You? (Under Construction)
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Posted:Jun 21, 2008 12:17 pm
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2008 6:44 am
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This is for you....wherever you are.
Is that you...
stumbling upon this page
reading between my lines
tracing my photo with your index finger
as I seemingly read your mind?
Is that you...
nodding in unison with my written words
feeling my twisted soul ...
locked in a tempest
that threatens to shallow me whole?
Is that you...
longing to hold me through this dark night
as it pushes and pulls me under
will you be my island
where nothing can tear us asunder?
Is that you...
Do you recognize me...
regardless of this form
Have you been searching for me...as I have you..
the need to combined...to create our own electromagnetic storm?
Is that you...
Who will be there when I AWAKEN
To help me breath the new born air
To reflect my light in our own eyes
To brush away my wayward hair?
Is that you...
Who knows this is just a moment
That the fear will fade
That I am already me
I have already been made?
Is that you...
~Light Sojourner
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The Seven (Under Construction)
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Posted:Jun 21, 2008 10:19 am
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2008 10:42 pm
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The moon is working on me today. I woke up at 3:55am musing over my life and my choices. I wish it had been a super hot sex dream...but no. *sigh*
I am struggling with the Seven. Do you know the Seven? Let me share my ramblings of my night- time visitation with you...perhaps we can figure it out together.
I learned about the Seven last night. They appeared to me as veils like wispy breezes of brightly hued fabric that hid me...my true face...from the world. They moved about me...Concealing me...in a false pretense of security...of safety...a lure...a mask...and ultimately...a cage. A cage of illusion...of soft bounds that could not be felt...only realized...only witnessed.
In my dream...I realized that these seven beautiful veils were not real...not really me...yet there they were...coloring the perception of others...even my own...about who I am...and what I am.
In this state, it was shown to me that underneath these superficial barriers of beauty there were seven different visions to behold...to acknowledge...to share.
The Seven, both of them, have been around a long time. The words we use for them were never used in my dream. There was no need. I was show my seven "veils" and how I justified them...rationalized them...even ignored them when all else failed. The words, so negative, were not what I was...what I was doing...what I incorporated in my life...or so I thought.
Then I was shown my seven inner "visions". These are my true nature...everyone's true nature perhaps. These were deep within me...radiating what I longed for...what I so hope to achieve. Yet without the pretense...without the need to be something...someone different then myself. Truly naked, raw, natural, real, transparent. Like the morning dew on a fallen aspen leaf. Just what it is and nothing more...because anything more would not be anything real...anything meaningful. Because it is merely illusion.
You see, the Seven, both of them, are well known. I knew of them, yet hardly gave them any thought. Before this dream, I saw myself as...well...on the fast track to enlightenment...to attainment...even to harmony and peace. In all honesty...it was my ego telling me what I wanted to hear.
"Keep you friends close and your enemies closer"...isn't that how that saying goes.
I envisioned that I started to rip away the veils. I wanted to look upon my real self...my higher self, yet it was harder than I imagined. Part of me is afraid...a scared little girl who clings to mesh netting...afraid to be seen...afraid to see. I never imagined that I carried this fear...this weight...this load.
The source of this revelation revealed the Seven to me last night...I am still shaken as I sit here wondering what I should do next. Trying not to fear. Trying not to be impatient. Trying not to be ashamed as it was a gift given out of love. A gift to myself.
The Seven.
~Light Sojourner
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Midsummer's Night Dream
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Posted:Jun 20, 2008 9:19 pm
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2008 6:49 am
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The new moon is up and full tonight. I sit here wishing I could meet someone under its quiet gaze. I wonder who it would be...what he would do to me under the maddening influence of our illuminated satellite.
I wonder.
Perhaps I should take matters into my own hands this eve. Perhaps I should indeed. Its been so long and I am ripe for the picking.
I wonder.
Maybe I will take a long hot bath. Luxuriously slow and sensual. Perform my own ritual with oils and incense. Prepare to seduce and be seduced. Maybe...just maybe.
I wonder.
Where will I go to find MY prey this night? The man that will pique my interest, stimulate my mind, stir my soul and then heat my desires.
Mmmmmmm I wonder.
The thought of the chase...and of the catch is heady...and so very sweet. I can see why the hunter loves the hunt. I will be the huntress in the darkness...Perhaps I will find a hunter and we can share in sweet delights.
I wonder.
So much promise in my Midsummer's Night Dream.
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Catch a tiger by the tail
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Posted:Jun 19, 2008 1:52 pm
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2008 8:05 am
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Catch a tiger by the tail
if you can...if you dare
I was sitting at a lone table under a faded yellow umbrella outside the quiet book store, minding my own business, when it happened. Well, actually IT didn't happen just then ...but it started there...me in my short, form fitting, teal tinted sun-dress alone and enjoying my frosty beverage and the summer breeze. All the while, I was lost in my own little world as I gloated over my recent catch of fresh new books.
IT started with a chuckle...his chuckle. First I heard him chuckle. It was a cocky "I know something you don't know...and its naughty" kind of chuckle that MADE me look up from my newly acquired prizes. Then it continued with his smile...mmmm...damn he had a nice smile. It was preaching the same sermon as his chuckle.
By the look of him, well, he had every right to chuckle and grin like he did as he positioned himself facing me at a near table. His eyes, steamy hazel pools, never strayed as he looked me over like a tiger on the prowl. I felt so...delicious...as he eyed me boldly.
He had no books nor even a beverage to give a reason why he was sitting on this particular patio. I realized he was there for me. It dawned on me that he must have seen me either while walking by or possibly even driving through the large multi-plex parking lot. He had stopped what he had been doing to sit across from me and drink ME in. That made me fidget and blush as he continued to rivet me with those lusty eyes as he waited and then watched me realized that I was what he wanted. That is why he chuckled. That was why he was grinning at me...flashing his beautiful strong teeth that I could already feel biting my neck. I felt so delicate...so fragile...so feminine as I sat there in that stare. He KNEW what he wanted and was not ashamed or shy about going after it.
I liked that. I liked that a lot. That was when I realized how incredible wet I was. I mean really really wet. I could feel the heat and eagerness between my thighs. That made me blush even more red as I realized he probably knew exactly how moist I was.
I fidgeted some more and pulled at the thigh high hem...now more subconscious then I had been in years and I DON'T get subconscious! I hazard a quick glance to see if he was still there...still observing me. Yes indeed...he was.
Our eyes met and my heart almost stopped. Something about this guy was just so right yet I had no idea what to do next. He was in control of this ride and I decided I wanted to see where it was going. So I just stared back. I dropped all the polite, good girl, social acceptable behavior and just stared back. I was real. He was real. Really real.
That made him smile more. I smiled back. For the longest time we sat there drowning in each others eyes and grinning like teenagers at each other.
Then he moved. He moved like a tiger. He moved very slowly as if he was trying not to spook me. For a 6'1 guy he moved with ease...with agility...with strength. Slowly he approached me and pulled a chair over so he could sit next to me. He sat very close to me. He never said a word as he slowly leaned forward to touch my face...to touch my hair. His touch was like the solar flares of the sun. His eyes...his smile were always the same as he melted me from the inside out.
I had to have him. I had to feel him. I had to touch him.
Before I knew what I was doing I grabbed his hand and placed it on my bare and tan thigh...right below the hemline. I wanted him to feel what he was doing to me...how wet he was making me. My hand moved his... slowly down the inside slope of my thigh. I then maneuvered his finger-tips so that they enter the domain of my dress. I didn't care if anyone saw. I didn't even look around to see. I was staring into his eyes as I gently guided his right hand to my soaking wet panties.
Oh what his fingers did when they found my promise land waiting and wanting. I almost came right there. But then he stopped and stood up. No longer caring about scaring me he pulled me up into his strong arms and gave me a kiss that took my breath away.
I had to have him was all I could think about. But where would I have him was the question. That caused me to finally look around for someplace to take him so he could finally take me. He was reading my mind and way ahead of me as he grinned and pulled me along with him back into the book store. My precious books and drink long forgotten on the lonely table.
Thank GOD it was a big bookstore and not very busy. We found ourselves in the long yet abandoned spiritual aisle. The very one I had just been perusing in earlier. Ironic to say the least, was all I was musing about before he slammed me up against the metaphysics books and started to growl in my hair as he pulled my short dress up to my waist. My poor pink panties were hauled down my smooth long legs to my dainty ankles and left dangling about my left high heel as he pulled my right leg up and around his hip. I hardly noticed his handiwork as I was making myself useful by undoing his belt and jeans. I could hardly work the buttons over his swollen member as I was shaking with need and of course... from the excitement of possibly being caught.
That was when I discovered the other reason for his cocky chuckle and grin. He had this exotic tattoo running down his right oblique and was packing the kind of tool that every woman wants and NEEDS around the house. Oh the things I thought about doing to him as I gripped him. He was hard and ready and I stood there and stared as I entertained all the naughty things I wanted to whisper to him. My knee almost buckled when his other hand moved lower so that he could lightly tested my waters, which he tasted from his own index finger. I tried not to moan as I watched him finally drink me in.
Then IT happened. I gasped loudly as he shoved the object of my new affection into me. I was so wet. You could hear how wet I was. He made sure he was all the way in before he stopped to look at me again. His eyes were dark with desire ...I could feel him touch my soul with his as he watched me while he moved slowly within me. Oh my GOD how I wanted to cry out. I could only cling to him and bit my lower lip as he had his way with me. I couldn't stop coming...not that I was trying...it just happened.
That's when he started talking. First it started as a low gravelly growl. He was biting my neck again...ravaging the flesh there as he growled. He moved up to my right ear as his right hand gripped my ass for leverage. He growled in my ear and then he started to talk. His voice was dense nectar as he told me how he had seen me sitting there...under that ugly old umbrella. He whispered how he had planned my seduction all out...how I was going to be his...if only for a moment. That he knew we were to fuck, here in this establishment, here amongst the bookworms. He told me he knew what I would taste like...how I would moan. He said he KNEW me as I sat there unknowingly. He told me every thought he had as he watched me that afternoon. He told me as he fuck me standing up.
I loved it....I loved every word, every look, every smile, every thrust...everything.
He told me to come again. To come all over him one last time and he would come with me. I did as he told me, yet not quietly.
The last thing he did was redress me with his kind hands before kissing me sated pussy through my tousled pink panties.
Then with a grin he left without another word.
I freshened up and returned to my once again remembered books and now not so frosty drink.
I sat there enjoying the summer breeze and just chuckled.
~Light Sojourner
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