Another year has passed, time to dust off the old blog. A lot has changed in my life since the last time I sat down to write. Life has done a good job of keeping me busy. But with the New Year comes the opportunity for setting goals.
Resolution #1: I would like to write a post once a month.
I find that I enjoy my life more when I have to opportunity to sit down and write out my experiences. Maybe its like counting my blessings. I was never great at that, personally, it was anxiety inducing, like, hmm, what am I forgetting?! When you think about it we are pretty darn blessed. I was also never good at journaling, I get into my head as a narrator and wonder what my "voice" should sound like. Where is this storyline going? This time I'm going to give myself a break. Does it have to be perfect? NO! Does it have to be coherent? Not even! It just has to be mine. Me putting my words down in an effort to make sense of what is going on in my goings on. What will I write about? WHATEVER I WANT!
Resolution #2: I would like to read more.
I tried watching the first season of Black Mirror and was so thoroughly shaken that I had to call my husband. As soon as he came home I made him watch the two episodes that I had watched, while I curled in a ball in the corner peeking from between asking is it over? He made it through the episodes without any crisis or soul shattering anxiety for the future. But me, I still refuse to watch more of the show. I rarely refer to myself as sensitive but in regards to the digestion of media, that's exactly what I am. Ideas and emotions seep into the open pores of my being and I become shellshocked from news articles and TV shows. What's the solution? Well I don't know if there is one. But I can think of a resolution! Read more. That means reading more fiction AND nonfiction. Going to the library. Taking moments of solace in the sweet close air between stacks of books. Listening to the calm that all those pages absorb. And learning. Keeping my vocabulary skills sharp. Feeding my mind with more than BuzzFeed articles and melodramas. Practicing the art of mono-tasking. Devoting all of my attention to one thing. Giving my imagination space to stretch, walk, run, maybe do some tumbling. Reading has always been one of my all time favorite activities. And yet it is one of the first things I sacrifice on a daily basis in favor of making school lunches, doing laundry, yadda yadda, fill in the blank with menial mom duty. NO MORE! I want to take back more beloved literature. Here's to a new year of page-turning thrills and invigoration!
Resolution #3: I would like to research the heck out of projects before diving in.
One of the biggest lies I have ever told myself is that I "learn by doing". It's not a complete falsehood. But I think there has to be a better way that doing something wrong first to learn how to do it right. This year I'm going to try to break that habit. Let Resolution #2 inform me before tackling new projects. The most fun, I have found, is in the planning stage of a project. I love envisioning and sketching what could be. The actualization is okay too. But while the idea is still just a scribble on a piece of graph paper the possibilities are endless. Nothing too big or small, nothing too extravagant or too picky. I want to feed that itch. I want to design and research and sketch and research and doodle and research and throw it out to start over.
Cheers, cue the bullhorn, HAPPY NEW YEAR! 2018!
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Saturday, January 6, 2018
Thursday, February 27, 2014
The Side Garden, Part 1
When we first moved into our house the previous owner had a cute little strawberry patch in the side garden. The house was framed with peonies and a forsythia bush. It was adorable and picturesque and by the time we moved in, the lawn and garden had not been weeded or watered in a month, and that month happened to be July, the second hottest month of the year. We tried to save the strawberries but instead we murdered them slowly over a year by viciously weeding and leaving them stripped, naked and bare all winter. *sigh* Oh, well. No time for regrets let's push onward.
I decided to put the Fig, Kiwis and Paw Paws in the side garden (and if there is room okra, eggplant and peppers), on the East side of the house. It is one of the only places in our yard with a reasonable windbreak. Recently we acquired a chain link dog run, with hopes that we will house dairy goats in the near future. That will also go on the East side as well. To increase the temperature I plan on utilizing a lot of rock and cement in shaping the beds and to hopefully add a little humidity I want to have some kind of water feature, like a bird bath or twenty. Adam and I recently acquired a generous stack of cinder blocks via Craigslist Angel, Sherrie which led me to investigate how I could incorporate them. During my research I found this really cool cinder block wall garden:
I think it would be crazy, wicked and it would kind of act as a rock garden too, plus it would provide gardening space while helping to make things feel "cozy" instead of "cramped".
The space designated for the side garden is approximately 14' x 25' (by approximate I mean I just thought about it for a minute and said "yeah, that sounds right") and I want to dedicate half of that space for the dog run. So the actual garden would be 7' x 25' which is not a lot of room to work with but what some may see as a disadvantage I see as a bonus. The less space there is the more bio-intensive the garden will be and therefore the better the microclimate. At least that is where my logic has taken me.
Previously the fence all around our yard was waist-height chain link. Our neighbor to the East has a six foot tall white wood fence and we plan on matching what she has when we move the fence line. Changing the fencing material should add an additional windbreak, provide more privacy and give some shade to the Paw Paws. Paw Paws are understory trees and grow best in partial shade their first few years. So right now I am planning of putting them right up against the fence. The following is a sketch that I just whipped up.
Right now it is tabula rasa, just flat dirt and old sod with some
peonies and crocus popping up along the side of the house. First thing
that needs to happen is that we need to put this dog run together and
see how much space it will take, then build a new fence, then take down
the old fence. I already started to dismantle the old fence but luckily
I thought about it for half a second before I tore it all the way
down. Hmm, I thought, I have toddlers and ducks that like to free range...if this fence isn't here then they won't be here either.
So that is on my personal honey-do list for this weekend.
I decided to put the Fig, Kiwis and Paw Paws in the side garden (and if there is room okra, eggplant and peppers), on the East side of the house. It is one of the only places in our yard with a reasonable windbreak. Recently we acquired a chain link dog run, with hopes that we will house dairy goats in the near future. That will also go on the East side as well. To increase the temperature I plan on utilizing a lot of rock and cement in shaping the beds and to hopefully add a little humidity I want to have some kind of water feature, like a bird bath or twenty. Adam and I recently acquired a generous stack of cinder blocks via Craigslist Angel, Sherrie which led me to investigate how I could incorporate them. During my research I found this really cool cinder block wall garden:
I think it would be crazy, wicked and it would kind of act as a rock garden too, plus it would provide gardening space while helping to make things feel "cozy" instead of "cramped".
The space designated for the side garden is approximately 14' x 25' (by approximate I mean I just thought about it for a minute and said "yeah, that sounds right") and I want to dedicate half of that space for the dog run. So the actual garden would be 7' x 25' which is not a lot of room to work with but what some may see as a disadvantage I see as a bonus. The less space there is the more bio-intensive the garden will be and therefore the better the microclimate. At least that is where my logic has taken me.
Previously the fence all around our yard was waist-height chain link. Our neighbor to the East has a six foot tall white wood fence and we plan on matching what she has when we move the fence line. Changing the fencing material should add an additional windbreak, provide more privacy and give some shade to the Paw Paws. Paw Paws are understory trees and grow best in partial shade their first few years. So right now I am planning of putting them right up against the fence. The following is a sketch that I just whipped up.
So that is on my personal honey-do list for this weekend.
Monday, February 3, 2014
An Optimist Does Not Give Up When Faced With His/Her Own Shortcomings
So, perhaps it was a little too optimistic for me to be able to catalog all of the progress we made on our kitchen renovation, considering it pretty much concluded with the birth of our second daughter. But, hey, I tried! Now there is no time like the present. I am not going to catch you up without too much exhaustive detail but I will give you the highlights.
I did a brief stint working with my husband, Adam, at a local research facility. I made it about 10 months before I got canned for "recurring behavioral issues". I know that I am not everybody's cup of tea and this most recent experience just proved that over and over again.
In early October I was released and a certain degree of relief came over me. I was free to stay at home with my girls and be... Awww! Wait. Be what? Huh? Yeah, when I was growing up the only thing I really wanted to be was a great mom. Now I am a mom and I don't really know what to do with myself. I didn't realize it a first when I started moving in the direction of urban farmer but slowly it became more and more clear.
The first thing I did after getting fired was go to a poultry show and buy a small flock of Muscovy ducks. I ended up with three ducks and five drakes, lucky me. A few weeks before I had purchased a Costco chicken coop. I got to work, my daughters in tow, and put the coop together. Then I brought the box that the duck rancher had dug out of the feed store to pack the flock in. It was roughly 1'x1'x4' and as I carried it from the car all the ducks scooted to one side and I lost balance and the box went crashing to the ground. Whoops! A bumpier ride than anticipated but the ducks seemed like they were alright with the exception of some ruffled feathers. Mildred and Aida were enthralled. Aida loved (loves) climbing in the small run attached to the coop and chasing poultry around. It became evident very soon that there was a rivalry between the two older lady ducks. Sophie (named by Mildred) hid in the coop all day and then when it got to be night and all the the other ducks wanted in she would have to vacate and wait for dark to fall before Candace (who I named, because I think Candace is a bitchy name) would let poor Sophie back in without pecking her to pieces.
Adam and I discussed gardening quite a bit around that time, conversations driven mostly by the giant pile of composted horse manure that sat in our driveway (provided free of charge, complete with delivery by Craigslist Angel Chuck). So one fall weekend while the weather was rather nice we demolished
the shed that took up the majority of the barren dirt plot that forty years ago had been known as a garden. My husband,
who has a checkered history when it comes to constructing things (like
play kitchens) is a demolition monster. Yeah, my stud made short work
of that shed. He was even gentle enough that there were metal panels we could salvage.
A week or so later I went to a rabbit butchering tutorial at a local hobby farm and learned A LOT! Like rabbits are incredibly easy to skin and gut (and when you are at someone else's house and they do all the prep and the clean up it cuts butchering time in half). While at Flying Fossil Farm, as Jessi and Danny like to be called, I was introduced to the local permaculture meetup group. All sorts of doors were opening for me.
A week or so after that I saw, as I was obsessively surfing Craigslist, that a local egg farm was piecing out their chickens because they were going out of business. Once again I packed up the girls and headed into the great unknown of rural Reno. The former owners of Reno Egg, were super nice and even did the chicken wrangling for me. I came away with three Ameraucana ladies, Betsy (white), Rosie (red-brown) and Melanie (black). I had re-used the duckbox for transport and this time I made sure I had a firm grip on either end of the box before hefting it to the coop. I tried housing Sophie with the chickens, while letting the rest of the ducks free range... no dice. Sophie seize the opportunity to be top duck (as it were) and pecked those poor girls raw. Coming from a chicken farm the girls didn't have feathers on their rumps to begin with and after a day with Sophie they each had bled a bit. What can I say? I tried! So Sophie was exiled from the coop and then ultimately shunned by her flock. Sigh... The animal kingdom.
I started reading up on urban farming and sustainable agriculture and ecologically conscience living. I read Farm City by Novella Carpenter and The Quarter Acre Farm by Spring Warren, I tried reading My Empire of Dirt by Manny Howard but could not get into it, boy was long winded. I also perused a slew of gardening books, all courtesy of Reno Downtown Library. Every Tuesday I take my girls to story time there and gather an armful of books. I rarely read them cover to cover but I find helpful tidbits in most. The first day I decided to "expand my mind" I found that what I really needed was to increase my arm strength because carrying a sixteen-month-old and herding a two year old was near impossible with my arms wrapped around twelve hefty garden tomes. Luckily one of the librarians took pity on me at check out and gave we a promotional tote. A tote for my tomes, it made things easier but, dude, knowledge is heavy! no matter how you lug it around.
Novella Carpenter had an epiphany of sorts about urban farming and through her self-expression I was freed. Instead of combing Zillow every other day looking for a homestead that was close enough to town to be convenient I was free to homestead what I already had! It was like underneath my conscious being I always wanted this. When we were house hunting I was firmly opposed to HOAs, I didn't want some nosy neighbor telling me what I could and could not do with my yard. I wanted my chickens! And I didn't want to have to be in the country to have 'em! But now I was having to reel in my enthusiasm for urban homsteading and reason with myself that although a mini dairy goat would be AWESOME, we just didn't have space for it... yet. In time all things but first things first.
It became very evident that we needed more garden space. I had used some the metal panels leftover from the shed tear down and made some raised beds but we needed to up the ante. I mulled and pondered our options. I wasn't ready to commit to tearing out the entire front yard but I was thinking that we could bring in the back yard a bit. While I thought this to myself and made mental sketches I also tried to intuit Adam's reaction to this new scheme. We are constantly getting in tiffs because I want to do some project (and of course I want his help) and he is less than enthused. WHY CAN'T YOU JUST GET BEHIND ME ON THIS! I frequently shouted and in my mind I was shouting it again so you can imagine my surprise when Adam suggested that we bring the back yard in a bit by adding more raised beds. What?! Yeah, I love this guy.
Back to Craigslist I searched for pavers, thinking we could build the beds with those. I lucked out and got a good deal on left over pavers from two different people, both times strapping my girls into their carseats and heading out to load up our Honda Pilot with concrete bricks in a rainbow of dusty rose, gray and tan. Once home though it seemed obvious that the pavers I had acquired would look best in the form of a path. I got to work and laid out a path around where I visualized the beds would be. Then Adam sacrificed another weekend to me and cut out raised beds using the plywood that had previously made up the floor of the long gone shed. At long last the horse shit had a home and our driveway was emptied.
Itching to fill our plots with something I bought a Farmer's Almanac and was enticed by ads for Burgess Seed Co. I gorged on sense of purpose and bought a slew of seed packets and spent tens of dollars. They promised to deliver live plants in time for fall planting, if not they would hold the order till spring. Fair enough I thought. Days stretched from late October to early November and I accepted that I would have to wait till spring. Then one night, there came a knock on our door and all of my Burgess packages had arrived. So November 19th I planted three Canby Raspberry canes, a 5-1 Pear tree, a cocktail tree, two kinds of grape stalks, and a twenty Mary Washington asparagus crowns.
That lasted me for a time, snow came. Christmas. New Year's. And then as is the wont of our fickle Northern Nevada microclimate we got some unseasonally warm weather. Enter Steve, a Craigslist Angel with a dump truck full of clean fill dirt. The local permaculture group had recently introduced me to the concept of hugelkultur and I was very, VERY eager to give it a go. Another person was giving away rocks (small boulders it turns out). Yet another Craigslist Angel delivered a truckload of branches. Perfection! Adam had just made short work of chopping up a dead cherry tree from our backyard. There was cellulose a plenty and some dirt to cover it, along with some dead leaves that we never bothered raking up in the fall. The last couple weeks I have been stacking the wood in long strips along the garden beds in our front yard and slowly mounding dirt on top of it. I enlisted Adam's help for the bed separating our driveway from the driveway of our neighbors Gene and Emmy. We had just piled on the last wheel barrow and collapsed into a leisurely viewing of Black Snake Moan when it started to snow again.
My most recent adventure is quail, I don't even know how the idea originated but I decided quail would be a welcome addition to our backyard flock and next thing I knew I had two dozen hatching eggs on their way to me via the USPS. Turning to my best friend Craig to list some of his friends that could loan me an incubator for a month or so I was turned onto the local 4-H chapter that graciously loaned me the equipment. No questions asked. And... no instructions given. So my eggs arrived and I thought I had figured out the incubator situation but after checking several times that first day to find it scorching and then languishing at room temperature. I have to pray that my baby quail didn't sacrifice their embryonic lives to my learning curve. February 17th or 18th my babies should be here. In a few days I may try to candle a few just to get a picture but my inexperience coupled with the dark shells doesn't give me much hope for reassurance through that process. I plan to keep all the eggs in the incubator for 22 days (incubation period is 17) and I hope that all the people who said infertile eggs will explode after a while meant like a month by "a while".
I admit I am eons away from declaring myself an urban farmer by vocation but I can aspire to it and it feels incredibly, amazingly, wonderfully, euphoric to be working toward a goal. Especially one of those goals that really is all about the journey. If life is a road I am tired of hitchhiking and waiting for rides. Look on y'all, I am striking out and I don't care if my feet get sore, or I wear holes through my shoes, here I am and here I go and here I enjoy the going.
I did a brief stint working with my husband, Adam, at a local research facility. I made it about 10 months before I got canned for "recurring behavioral issues". I know that I am not everybody's cup of tea and this most recent experience just proved that over and over again.
In early October I was released and a certain degree of relief came over me. I was free to stay at home with my girls and be... Awww! Wait. Be what? Huh? Yeah, when I was growing up the only thing I really wanted to be was a great mom. Now I am a mom and I don't really know what to do with myself. I didn't realize it a first when I started moving in the direction of urban farmer but slowly it became more and more clear.
The first thing I did after getting fired was go to a poultry show and buy a small flock of Muscovy ducks. I ended up with three ducks and five drakes, lucky me. A few weeks before I had purchased a Costco chicken coop. I got to work, my daughters in tow, and put the coop together. Then I brought the box that the duck rancher had dug out of the feed store to pack the flock in. It was roughly 1'x1'x4' and as I carried it from the car all the ducks scooted to one side and I lost balance and the box went crashing to the ground. Whoops! A bumpier ride than anticipated but the ducks seemed like they were alright with the exception of some ruffled feathers. Mildred and Aida were enthralled. Aida loved (loves) climbing in the small run attached to the coop and chasing poultry around. It became evident very soon that there was a rivalry between the two older lady ducks. Sophie (named by Mildred) hid in the coop all day and then when it got to be night and all the the other ducks wanted in she would have to vacate and wait for dark to fall before Candace (who I named, because I think Candace is a bitchy name) would let poor Sophie back in without pecking her to pieces.
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| Aida and Millie helping construct the new coop |
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| Muscovies! |
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| Now to add a run/yard |
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| Our First Garden Beds |
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| Using the salvaged iron siding from the shed that stood here before |
A week or so later I went to a rabbit butchering tutorial at a local hobby farm and learned A LOT! Like rabbits are incredibly easy to skin and gut (and when you are at someone else's house and they do all the prep and the clean up it cuts butchering time in half). While at Flying Fossil Farm, as Jessi and Danny like to be called, I was introduced to the local permaculture meetup group. All sorts of doors were opening for me.
A week or so after that I saw, as I was obsessively surfing Craigslist, that a local egg farm was piecing out their chickens because they were going out of business. Once again I packed up the girls and headed into the great unknown of rural Reno. The former owners of Reno Egg, were super nice and even did the chicken wrangling for me. I came away with three Ameraucana ladies, Betsy (white), Rosie (red-brown) and Melanie (black). I had re-used the duckbox for transport and this time I made sure I had a firm grip on either end of the box before hefting it to the coop. I tried housing Sophie with the chickens, while letting the rest of the ducks free range... no dice. Sophie seize the opportunity to be top duck (as it were) and pecked those poor girls raw. Coming from a chicken farm the girls didn't have feathers on their rumps to begin with and after a day with Sophie they each had bled a bit. What can I say? I tried! So Sophie was exiled from the coop and then ultimately shunned by her flock. Sigh... The animal kingdom.
I started reading up on urban farming and sustainable agriculture and ecologically conscience living. I read Farm City by Novella Carpenter and The Quarter Acre Farm by Spring Warren, I tried reading My Empire of Dirt by Manny Howard but could not get into it, boy was long winded. I also perused a slew of gardening books, all courtesy of Reno Downtown Library. Every Tuesday I take my girls to story time there and gather an armful of books. I rarely read them cover to cover but I find helpful tidbits in most. The first day I decided to "expand my mind" I found that what I really needed was to increase my arm strength because carrying a sixteen-month-old and herding a two year old was near impossible with my arms wrapped around twelve hefty garden tomes. Luckily one of the librarians took pity on me at check out and gave we a promotional tote. A tote for my tomes, it made things easier but, dude, knowledge is heavy! no matter how you lug it around.
Novella Carpenter had an epiphany of sorts about urban farming and through her self-expression I was freed. Instead of combing Zillow every other day looking for a homestead that was close enough to town to be convenient I was free to homestead what I already had! It was like underneath my conscious being I always wanted this. When we were house hunting I was firmly opposed to HOAs, I didn't want some nosy neighbor telling me what I could and could not do with my yard. I wanted my chickens! And I didn't want to have to be in the country to have 'em! But now I was having to reel in my enthusiasm for urban homsteading and reason with myself that although a mini dairy goat would be AWESOME, we just didn't have space for it... yet. In time all things but first things first.
It became very evident that we needed more garden space. I had used some the metal panels leftover from the shed tear down and made some raised beds but we needed to up the ante. I mulled and pondered our options. I wasn't ready to commit to tearing out the entire front yard but I was thinking that we could bring in the back yard a bit. While I thought this to myself and made mental sketches I also tried to intuit Adam's reaction to this new scheme. We are constantly getting in tiffs because I want to do some project (and of course I want his help) and he is less than enthused. WHY CAN'T YOU JUST GET BEHIND ME ON THIS! I frequently shouted and in my mind I was shouting it again so you can imagine my surprise when Adam suggested that we bring the back yard in a bit by adding more raised beds. What?! Yeah, I love this guy.
Back to Craigslist I searched for pavers, thinking we could build the beds with those. I lucked out and got a good deal on left over pavers from two different people, both times strapping my girls into their carseats and heading out to load up our Honda Pilot with concrete bricks in a rainbow of dusty rose, gray and tan. Once home though it seemed obvious that the pavers I had acquired would look best in the form of a path. I got to work and laid out a path around where I visualized the beds would be. Then Adam sacrificed another weekend to me and cut out raised beds using the plywood that had previously made up the floor of the long gone shed. At long last the horse shit had a home and our driveway was emptied.
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| Ah, beautiful pavers |
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| Raised beds and a new location for the chicken coop |
Itching to fill our plots with something I bought a Farmer's Almanac and was enticed by ads for Burgess Seed Co. I gorged on sense of purpose and bought a slew of seed packets and spent tens of dollars. They promised to deliver live plants in time for fall planting, if not they would hold the order till spring. Fair enough I thought. Days stretched from late October to early November and I accepted that I would have to wait till spring. Then one night, there came a knock on our door and all of my Burgess packages had arrived. So November 19th I planted three Canby Raspberry canes, a 5-1 Pear tree, a cocktail tree, two kinds of grape stalks, and a twenty Mary Washington asparagus crowns.
That lasted me for a time, snow came. Christmas. New Year's. And then as is the wont of our fickle Northern Nevada microclimate we got some unseasonally warm weather. Enter Steve, a Craigslist Angel with a dump truck full of clean fill dirt. The local permaculture group had recently introduced me to the concept of hugelkultur and I was very, VERY eager to give it a go. Another person was giving away rocks (small boulders it turns out). Yet another Craigslist Angel delivered a truckload of branches. Perfection! Adam had just made short work of chopping up a dead cherry tree from our backyard. There was cellulose a plenty and some dirt to cover it, along with some dead leaves that we never bothered raking up in the fall. The last couple weeks I have been stacking the wood in long strips along the garden beds in our front yard and slowly mounding dirt on top of it. I enlisted Adam's help for the bed separating our driveway from the driveway of our neighbors Gene and Emmy. We had just piled on the last wheel barrow and collapsed into a leisurely viewing of Black Snake Moan when it started to snow again.
My most recent adventure is quail, I don't even know how the idea originated but I decided quail would be a welcome addition to our backyard flock and next thing I knew I had two dozen hatching eggs on their way to me via the USPS. Turning to my best friend Craig to list some of his friends that could loan me an incubator for a month or so I was turned onto the local 4-H chapter that graciously loaned me the equipment. No questions asked. And... no instructions given. So my eggs arrived and I thought I had figured out the incubator situation but after checking several times that first day to find it scorching and then languishing at room temperature. I have to pray that my baby quail didn't sacrifice their embryonic lives to my learning curve. February 17th or 18th my babies should be here. In a few days I may try to candle a few just to get a picture but my inexperience coupled with the dark shells doesn't give me much hope for reassurance through that process. I plan to keep all the eggs in the incubator for 22 days (incubation period is 17) and I hope that all the people who said infertile eggs will explode after a while meant like a month by "a while".
I admit I am eons away from declaring myself an urban farmer by vocation but I can aspire to it and it feels incredibly, amazingly, wonderfully, euphoric to be working toward a goal. Especially one of those goals that really is all about the journey. If life is a road I am tired of hitchhiking and waiting for rides. Look on y'all, I am striking out and I don't care if my feet get sore, or I wear holes through my shoes, here I am and here I go and here I enjoy the going.
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