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Island in the Haze

This is a hazy coastal view of one end of a Caribbean island—likely Roatán, though I’d need to pin down the dates to be sure. The land extends from the right side of the frame, curving gently into the sea. Buildings cluster near the shoreline, modest and scattered, with white foamy waves brushing the coast below. The scene is quiet, softened by mist and distance, where land, water, and memory meet in a muted palette.

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"From the vantage of open water, a Caribbean island rises gently into view, its shoreline curving like a welcoming arm. The sea in the foreground is calm and silvery, its surface textured with soft ripples that catch the muted light of an overcast sky. The horizon is low and wide, giving the scene a sense of spaciousness and quiet breath.

Along the coast, buildings nestle into the landscape—white walls, red roofs, and scattered structures that suggest homes, perhaps a church or lighthouse with a tower that punctuates the skyline. These human touches are modest and spaced, allowing the natural contours of the island to dominate.

Behind the shoreline, the land lifts into green hills, thick with trees and foliage. The vegetation is lush but not wild—more like a tended jungle, layered in shades of emerald and olive. The hills roll gently upward, their slopes softened by mist and distance.

The sky above is a soft gray, blanketing the scene in a quiet hush. There’s no drama here—just a serene meeting of sea, land, and sky. The image captures a moment of stillness, as if the island is pausing between tides, waiting for the next breeze or boat to arrive." - Microsoft Copilot

Grassland Encounter

Charlie and I spent a couple of hours outside yesterday, watching the birds and breathing in the cool air. I was hoping to spot something unusual—one of the odd species that sometimes pass through—but it was just the usual suspects for this time of year.

Still, there was a quiet moment worth noting: a sparrow and a cardinal sharing a patch of ground as they foraged. The cardinal found something—a grub or insect, maybe—and the sparrow turned to look, curious about the find. Not quite companions, but neighbors in the moment.

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"Two birds share a patch of sunlit grass, their small forms nestled among blades that bend and shimmer in soft green hues. On the right stands a female Northern Cardinal (Cardinalis cardinalis), her body cloaked in warm brown tones with subtle washes of red along her wings, tail, and crest. Her bright orange beak grips a small insect or grub, a quiet triumph of morning foraging. Her posture is alert yet composed, angled slightly forward as if mid-step or mid-thought.

To her left, a Chipping Sparrow (Spizella passerina) perches low to the ground. Smaller and more compact, it wears a coat of gray and brown streaks, with a crisp dark eye stripe that gives its gaze a focused, almost scholarly look. Its feathers blend into the earthy tones of the grass, making it appear as if the ground itself had lifted a bird into view.

The two birds are close—perhaps not companions, but neighbors in the moment. The photograph captures their proximity with clarity and grace, each bird distinct yet harmonized by the shared setting. The grass beneath them is textured and alive, dotted with shadow and light, giving the scene a sense of quiet movement and natural rhythm." - Microsoft Copilot

Wings Over Water

“I happened to catch this pine siskin (Spinus pinus) mid-flight over the bird bath.

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"The pine siskin in this image is caught mid-flight, suspended in a moment of dynamic grace. Its slender body is streaked with fine brown and white lines, like brushstrokes on a woodland canvas. The wings are fully extended, revealing a fan of feathers edged with brilliant yellow—sunlight distilled into plumage. The tail feathers echo this yellow flash, tapering into sharp points that seem to slice through the soft, white backdrop. Each feather is crisply defined, the motion frozen with such clarity that you can almost feel the air rushing past. The bird’s beak is slightly open, and its eyes are alert, focused, as if navigating an invisible current. Against the blurred, snowy background, the pine siskin appears luminous—an airborne etching of wild precision and quiet power." - Microsoft Copilot

Cool Silence

I saw this Great Egret (Ardea alba) near a lake in Texas. It wasn’t doing anything in particular—just hanging out, grooving in the afternoon sunshine. Well, it might have been morning; I don’t really remember.

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"A solitary Great Egret stands poised atop a weathered wooden surface, its long, slender legs planted with quiet dignity. The bird’s body is cloaked in immaculate white plumage, each feather catching the morning light like threads of silk. Its neck curves in a gentle S-shape, elegant and alert, as if sculpted from porcelain. The egret’s beak is a sharp, sunlit yellow—long and pointed, angled slightly downward in contemplative stillness.

Behind the bird, the sky stretches wide and uninterrupted, a canvas of pure blue without cloud or clutter. The clarity of the backdrop makes the egret’s form even more striking—its white silhouette etched crisply against the sky like a living emblem. The lighting is soft but precise, highlighting the texture of its feathers and the subtle shadows along its body. Its black legs and feet contrast starkly with the pale wood beneath, anchoring the bird in place like ink strokes on parchment.

There is no movement, no distraction—just the egret, the wood, and the sky. The image feels like a pause in time, a moment of quiet majesty where nature stands still and dignified." - Microsoft Copilot

Good morning. 🌉☁️☕

2 January 2026

I'm still sipping on my first cup of coffee—now lukewarm—because when I'm working, I tend to focus and ignore the cup except for those brief pauses when I remember to pick it up. While typing this, I wondered why it's called lukewarm and who Luke was. As you might guess, I took the time to look it up.

Luke isn’t a name at all… hmm… well it is, but not in this context. Here, luke is an archaic Old English word meaning tepid. And before you think someone named Luke is essentially named “tepid,” that’s not right either. The name Luke comes from the Latin Lucas or Lucius, meaning light or illumination. So there you have it—a bit of not‑so‑useful information I stumbled across while writing.

I finished a novel by David Baldacci, Strangers in Time, last night. It was well written and interesting, but not his usual cup of tea. Most of his books that I’ve read are mystery‑thrillers. This one was different—and honestly, I think written better. I have to admit that halfway through, I was still waiting for a time traveler to reveal himself. You really can’t judge a book by its cover or its title. No sci‑fi here; instead, it’s a riveting drama about three people—a man, a girl, and a boy—thrown together in the chaos, devastation, and loss of the London Blitz during World War II.

Next on my reading list is The Widow by John Grisham, which is likely a legal drama. After that, I’m not sure. I’m thinking about finding something by Carl Hiaasen that I haven’t read—he is hilarious.

I need to wrap this up and head out for a walk with Charlie. Cheers.

“To know the origin of words is to know the history of civilization.”
— Samuel Johnson

“We shall draw from the heart of suffering itself the means of inspiration and survival.”
— Winston Churchill

“An early‑morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.”
— Henry David Thoreau

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Harbor Strings at Dusk

"As a vessel rounds a gentle bend on the Savannah River, the scene unfolds like a quiet orchestration of steel, water, and dusk. The Talmadge Memorial Bridge rises ahead—a cable-stayed marvel with two towering pylons that pierce the sky like solemn sentinels. From each tower, taut cables fan outward in symmetrical arcs, cradling the bridge deck like harp strings suspended in air.

Below, the river glides in muted silver, its surface barely rippled, reflecting the soft gradient of the evening sky—lavender, peach, and slate blue mingling in a tranquil hush. On the right bank, a cluster of towering cranes looms over the shipyard, their angular arms frozen mid-motion like mechanical giraffes grazing the horizon. Beneath them, massive shipping crates—some stacked, some scattered—form a geometric landscape of commerce and industry.

The greenery in the foreground frames the scene with quiet dignity, a reminder of the river’s natural lineage even as steel and cargo assert their dominion. The bridge, the cranes, the water—all bathed in the gentle light of a day’s end—compose a moment of suspended transition, where movement pauses and meaning settles." - Microsoft Copilot

Why are you constantly looking up? The photo is blurry even with a shutter speed of 600.

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Sparrow in a Pine Tree

This is a chipping sparrow (Spizella passerina), which I suspect has the largest population around here at the moment — though the goldfinches might have them beat. Hard to say for sure. There’s no official count, just what the eyes and ears suggest.

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"A chipping sparrow perches lightly on a slender pine branch, framed by a tapestry of green needles and mottled tree trunks. The bird is small and finely detailed, with a crisp reddish-brown cap that glows like a polished ember in the daylight. Its underparts are soft white, and its wings are streaked in warm browns and grays, blending subtly with the bark and foliage around it.

The sparrow’s posture is alert but relaxed, its tiny claws gripping the branch with practiced ease. Its beak is short and pointed, and its dark eyes gleam with quiet awareness, scanning the woodland scene. The background is softly blurred, a wash of greens and grays that gently recedes, allowing the bird to stand out in sharp, vivid focus.

Sunlight filters through the canopy, casting a gentle glow on the sparrow’s feathers and illuminating the pine needles like threads of green silk. The composition feels intimate and serene — a moment of stillness in the forest, where the sparrow becomes both witness and ornament." - Microsoft Copilot

Shoreline Illusion

During one of my forays to the beach at Gulfport, Mississippi, I captured this interesting image of a ring‑billed gull (Larus delawarensis) and a snowy egret (Egretta thula). The scale in the photo feels a bit deceptive. The egret, which is actually the closer and much larger of the two birds, appears almost the same size as the gull. Maybe it’s just me, but the perspective plays a clever little trick on the eye.

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"Two birds share a quiet coastal moment, each poised in its own element. Closest to the viewer, a snowy egret stands in a shallow tidal pool, its slender white frame glowing in the warm light. Its long black legs are partially submerged, and its golden feet shimmer beneath the surface like submerged lanterns. The egret’s neck curves gently, and its black beak points downward, as if scanning the water for a flicker of movement. It holds still with elegant precision, a living sculpture of patience and grace.

Just behind it, on the sandbar, a ring-billed gull stands with casual authority. Its gray wings are folded neatly, white breast catching the same golden light, and yellow legs planted firmly in the sand. The gull’s beak, tipped with a black ring, glints faintly as it turns slightly, alert but unhurried. The sandbar rises gently behind the egret, giving the scene a layered depth — water in the foreground, sand in the middle, and the open coast beyond.

The lighting suggests early morning or late afternoon, casting a soft glow across the birds and their surroundings. The contrast between the egret’s delicate stillness and the gull’s grounded stance creates a quiet tension — a duet of shoreline grace, each bird inhabiting its own domain." - Microsoft Copilot

Good morning. 🥳🎉🎊

31 December 2025

Well, here we are — the last day of 2025. What can I say about the year except: wow, let’s not do that again. Not really, though. Plenty of good things happened, and most of the good was personal, which is its own kind of blessing. So for me, the year wasn’t bad at all, as long as I avoided looking at the news. Here’s to a happy 2026 🍷.

I got out of bed in time for my morning nap, but skipped it in favor of coming in here and writing to you. No worries — that nap will find me eventually.

It just occurred to me that 21st‑century folks really missed out on dial‑up internet. Oh, they were alive, but not yet part of the online world; they were still reaching for the grab toys in their cribs. They never truly experienced the “krrr–krrr–WHEEEEeee–chk–chk–SKREEE–shhhhh…” of a modem handshake. Those were the days — exciting, but slow. You remember waiting for an image to download, watching it materialize pixel by pixel on a cathode‑ray‑tube monitor. It felt like magic.

And with those early telephone modems, as you recall, we had to choose between using the internet or using the telephone — unless you were fancy enough to have two phone lines, which most of us weren’t. Cell phones existed, but they weren’t quite a thing yet. That would come soon enough.

Today we carry the internet in our back pockets, and sometimes even on our wrists like a super Dick Tracy watch. It’s worth noting that many 21st‑century folks turned 25 this year. When I was 25, the internet and handheld computers were still the stuff of science‑fiction dreams.

“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” — Seneca

“The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.” — L.P. Hartley

“We are stuck with technology when what we really want is just stuff that works.” — Douglas Adams

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Firewheel

"A single pot marigold blooms in radiant splendor, its petals a fiery orange that deepens toward the center like a sunburst caught mid-flare. Each petal is slightly curled at the tip, densely layered in concentric rings that ripple outward with a soft, velvety texture. The flower’s heart is a compact swirl of golden filaments, glowing like a tiny ember. Surrounding this botanical blaze is a backdrop of deep green foliage, slightly blurred, which frames the marigold’s brilliance like a velvet curtain behind a stage light. The lighting is gentle but deliberate, casting subtle shadows that accentuate the flower’s layered geometry and rich color saturation. The overall impression is one of warmth, vitality, and intricate natural design—like a ceremonial flame held aloft by the earth." - Microsoft Copilot

Golden Gathering

One morning, a swarm of Goldfinches (Spinus tristis) filled the backyard. Here’s a cluster perched in the crepe myrtle tree, fluttering among the branches like scattered notes.

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"A small flock of American Goldfinches gathers on the slender branches of a tree, their bodies light and agile among sparse leaves and dried seed pods. These finches wear their non-breeding plumage — soft olive-gray and muted yellow tones — a gentle contrast to their bright summer yellows. Their feathers seem brushed with the palette of late autumn or early spring, blending into the subdued hues of the season.

The birds perch in scattered formation, some facing outward, others nestled close to the pods, perhaps foraging or resting. Their small, conical beaks and round heads give them a curious, alert expression. The branches they cling to are thin and slightly twisted, dotted with the remnants of last season’s growth — curled leaves and brittle seed husks.

Behind them, the background is a soft blur of green and golden light, suggesting a quiet, natural setting bathed in warmth. The image feels like a moment of quiet observation — not staged, not posed, but caught in the rhythm of the day. The goldfinches appear as gentle witnesses to the turning season, their presence both ordinary and luminous." - Microsoft Copilot

Dove in December

Here’s a visually striking image of a Mourning Dove (Zenaida macroura), its feathers puffed slightly to insulate against the winter air. A light dusting of snow might have added to the scene — but I’m in Louisiana, after all.

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"A Mourning Dove perches quietly on a bare tree branch, its soft, muted plumage blending seamlessly with the subdued tones of the season. The bird’s body is cloaked in gentle shades of light brown and warm gray, with darker feathers along its wings that resemble delicate brushstrokes. Its underbelly is slightly lighter, like a whisper of cream beneath the earth-toned cloak.

The dove’s head is small and rounded, with a short, pointed beak and a pair of dark, glistening eyes that seem to hold a quiet watchfulness. Its posture is upright but relaxed, as if resting between flights or listening to the hush of winter air. The surrounding branches are bare, their bark textured and slightly twisted, with a few dry, curled leaves still clinging like forgotten notes of autumn.

The background is softly blurred, a wash of neutral tones — taupe, gray, and faded brown — that deepen the sense of stillness and draw the eye to the bird itself. The entire scene feels like a pause in time, a moment of quiet observation, where the dove becomes both witness and symbol of the season’s slow turning." - Microsoft Copilot

Good morning. 🍁🍁🍁

29 December 2025

The earworm for today is Be My Baby by the Ronettes — whoa‑oh‑oh‑oh indeed.

When it comes to music, I’m pretty much rooted in the past. Mostly the ’60s and ’70s, with the occasional reach into the ’80s and ’90s. Music from the 21st century… not so much. Honestly, I’m not sure I could name a single tune from this century, though there might be one or two hiding somewhere in the back of my mind.

Modern music feels so visual now. People latch onto a song because they first saw it in some eye‑popping music video. Back in the day, it was just the radio waves. A song caught your ear, and if you liked it enough, you headed to the record store to buy a vinyl record — or in the ’70s, maybe an eight‑track tape. I had one of those eight‑track players flopping around under the dash of my 1950 Chevy truck.

Imagine being a musician then, selling yourself sight unseen over the radio with nothing but melody and lyrics. Those musicians were good. I’m not knocking contemporary music at all — I’m sure that fifty years from now, someone will be stuck in the 2020s the way I’m stuck in the ’60s.

I still remember the first “grown‑up” song that grabbed my attention. It was 1962, and I had just turned ten. My brother and I both got transistor radios for Christmas, and Sherry by the Four Seasons hooked me right away. Hmm… I wonder whatever happened to that old transistor radio.

“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.” — Bob Marley

“Before MTV, you heard the song before you ever saw the face.” — Billy Joel

“All I had was a voice and a microphone.” — Aretha Franklin

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Autumn Unfurled

"A dense cluster of autumn maple leaves fills the frame like a ceremonial tapestry. The leaves blaze in vibrant shades of red, orange, and golden yellow, each one a flame caught mid-flicker. Their edges are jagged and lobed, like open hands reaching outward, some curled slightly with age, others crisp and flat like pressed parchment.

Natural light spills across the foliage, illuminating the intricate vein patterns that run like rivers through each leaf — delicate tributaries etched in amber and rust. The colors are layered and overlapping, creating a mosaic of warmth and motion, as if the forest floor had risen to speak.

The background is a deep, velvety black, making the leaves appear to glow from within. This contrast sharpens the drama — the leaves do not merely rest, they radiate, suspended in a moment of seasonal transformation. There is no wind, no blur — only stillness and clarity, as if time paused to honor the shedding.

In the bottom right corner, a quiet signature reads “© Swede’s Photographs,” a respectful nod to the witness who captured this sovereign act of release." - Microsoft Copilot

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The breakwater separating Lake Ontario from the Lakeshore Yacht Club Marina provides a scenic walking path through the winter sunset landscape in Toronto, Ontario.

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A Story in One Frame

This American Robin (Turdus migratorius) was grabbing something last spring—turned out to be a twig. Likely nest-building. They’re considered year-round residents here, but I only seem to spot them in the spring.

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"An American Robin (Turdus migratorius) stands alert on a patch of earth strewn with dried leaves and blades of grass, its posture upright and purposeful. The bird’s breast glows with a rich orange-red hue, like embers banked beneath its dark head and slate-gray wings. A crisp white ring encircles its eye, giving it a look of sharp awareness, as if it’s mid-sentence in a conversation only nature can hear.

Its beak is open—bright yellow inside—suggesting a call, a song, or perhaps a moment of feeding. The robin’s feathers are finely detailed, each one etched with texture and tone, catching the ambient light in subtle gradients. The ground beneath it is a tapestry of late-season decay: curled leaves, brittle grass, and the muted palette of winter’s threshold.

There’s no sky in this frame, but the robin itself feels like a terrestrial echo of those fiery sunsets you cherish—its breast a flame, its stance a silhouette against the fading year. The image is signed “© Swede’s Photographs” in the lower corner, a quiet mark of reverent timing." - Microsoft Copilot

Waxwing in Winter Light

I spotted this Cedar Waxwing (Bombycilla cedrorum) earlier in the year than usual, I think. I typically don’t see them until late winter or early spring.

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"A Cedar Waxwing perches in quiet elegance on a bare branch, its sleek body angled slightly forward as if poised for flight or deep in thought. The bird’s plumage is a smooth gradient of warm brown and soft tan, flowing seamlessly into a pale-yellow belly. Its wings are a muted gray, folded neatly against its sides, while the tail feathers end in a crisp band of yellow—like a brush dipped in sunlight.

A black mask stretches across its eyes, bordered by fine white lines, giving the waxwing a look of dignified mystery. Its crest rises gently from the crown, a soft plume that adds to its regal silhouette. The surrounding branches are leafless and slender, etched against a clear blue sky that feels crisp and cold—suggesting late fall or winter. The starkness of the limbs contrasts with the bird’s polished form, making it the quiet jewel of the scene.

There’s no clutter, no motion—just the Cedar Waxwing, still and luminous, framed by the season’s simplicity. The watermark “Swede’s Photographs” in the lower corner marks the image as a moment of reverent observation." - Microsoft Copilot

Good morning. 🌅🌥️☕

27 December 2025

The holiday season is almost over—just one more hurdle to clear, New Year’s Day. After that, it should be smooth sailing into 2026… hopefully. 🤞

We’re already 27 years past the imagined future of the ’60s and ’70s, when 1999 was the benchmark of what “the future” would look like. I’ve mentioned the show Space: 1999 before, because back then the year itself felt mythic—pure science fiction. Yet here we are, nearly three decades beyond it, and Moonbase Alpha is still just a storyboard dream. Nations have talked about building bases on the Moon, but it turns out the task is far more complicated than simply saying, “Let’s do it.” We’re practically back to celebrating the same milestones we reached in the ’60s, when Alan Shepard rode Freedom 7 as the first American in space, following the Soviet cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin.

My guess is that putting people on the Moon isn’t the biggest challenge—though that alone is enormous. The real obstacle is getting the materials and equipment there to actually build a station. And then there’s the ongoing logistics of keeping a Moon base alive: oxygen, water, food… a constant supply chain stretching across a quarter million miles. A true engineering and survival puzzle.

Hmm… my thoughts wandered farther than I intended. All I really meant to say is that the fictional futures imagined in the mid‑20th century never came to pass—yet the years kept moving forward anyway.

“The future is not what it used to be." - Arthur C. Clarke

“We live in a society exquisitely dependent on science and technology, in which hardly anyone knows anything about science and technology.” - Carl Sagan

“The future is much like the present, only longer.” - J. Robert Oppenheimer

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"The image captures a tranquil sunset over water, where the sky unfolds in layers of molten gold, amber, and rose. The sun itself is not visible, but its presence is felt in the warm glow that saturates the clouds and dances across the rippling surface below. The water reflects the sky’s palette—burnished yellows and oranges fading into dusky purples and deep blues—like a liquid canvas mirroring the heavens.

In the foreground, a few slender poles rise from the water, quiet sentinels marking depth or passage. Their vertical lines contrast with the horizontal sweep of the horizon, adding a sense of stillness and structure. In the upper right corner, silhouetted tree branches reach inward, their leaves etched in black against the radiant sky, like nature’s own frame around the scene.

The composition is serene and spacious, with no boats, birds, or bustle—just the elemental meeting of light, water, and air. The photograph bears the signature “© Swede’s Photographs” in the top left, a quiet nod to the witness behind the lens." - Microsoft Copilot

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Day 6

It’s surprisingly challenging to take one photo a day. And it hasn’t even been a full week yet. Between work, pickups, drop-offs, practices, and everything else going on, bigger photo excursions are more or less out of the question. So you simply have to try to find interesting objects and perspectives wherever you happen to be at the moment. Photographer glasses on, even when picking up my daughter from track and field. I probably wouldn’t even have noticed that door if it weren’t for this challenge…

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Dag 6

Det är förvånansvärt utmanande att ta en bild om dagen. Och då har det inte ens gått en vecka ännu. Mellan jobb, hämtningar, lämningar, träningar och utformning så är större fotoeskapader mer eller mindre uteslutna. Då får man helt enkelt försöka hitta intressanta föremål och perspektiv där man för stunden råkar befinna sig. Fotografglasögon på helt enkelt, även när dottern skall hämtas från friidrotten. Den dörren hade jag nog inte ens noterat om det inte var för denna utmaning.. 😅

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Whisper of Indigo

Here’s a photo of an indigo bunting (Passerina cyanea). A few years back, they were everywhere, and I made the most of it—snapping as many shots as I could. This one isn’t as sharp as I’d like, but that brilliant blue is hard to ignore.

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