...and now don't get mad...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you...

This be the second week of the eighth month,

Month of the Moon of the Changing Season,

Second year of being a slave to a slave,

Year of the Terra Ratus,

18th day of the fifth month since the tears is hidden...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

DANCE WITH ME

(updated as at 2.30 a.m. 18th November 2008)

___________ooOoo___________

He who believes in The Ignored and the Land at the End of Time,

if he witnesses any matter he should talk in good terms about it or keep quiet. Act kindly towards woman,

for woman is created from a rib,

the most crooked part of the rib is its top.

If you attempt to straighten it,

you will break it, and if you leave it,

its crookedness will remain there.

So act kindly towards women.

A believing man should not hate a believing woman,

it he dislikes one of her characteristics, he will be pleased with another.

- Forgotten Words of The Forgotten Man

___________ooOoo___________

WITH all the courage that could be mustered, he walks to the center of the Garden of Thorns.

There, Eves of the Haven run and play, sang and sit, smile and shied.

A havenly heavenly place or a hellish space - a question yet to be answered…

He continued his slow swaggering pace to that place occupying a space that makes an amazed man amused.

Those swaggering pace stop only a few inches from the Golden Gates of the Garden of Thorns.

"Hmmm...It smells nice here," he mind begins to thought, "happiness is just beyond these gates."

Tremble hands of his held the handles of the gates, and with a short sigh of relief that sounded more like a breath of fear, they pushed them open.

The moment that the end of his shadows kisses those of the Eves of the Haven, silence broke free from laughter.

And, in the wake of silence, came sinuous stares that hid behind sweet sweet smiles...

Such sweet smiles they gave him, such piercing stares they showed him.

So sweet and so piercing that he is oblivious of the blood that trickles from numerous unseen wounds.

It seems that their heavenly beauty masks the pain that he should be feeling right now.

"Oh poor, poor man," they began to say with voices comparable only with a nightingale's song, "You look so tired by the journey here, allow us to quench thy thirst," said one that seems to be the matriarch of the Eves.

With a snap of her slender fingers, two of the Eves walk as if being carried the lightest of breeze to him, carrying a golden glass and a wooden mug...

"Slay your thirst poor being," said the matriarch, "you travel seem to have drained you much, slay your thirst and rejuvenate your strength so that your lust will be once again bold."

She said what she said with a sinister smile.

"Lust? I wish not my lust to last. I wish only to rejuvenate love, my love for a heart to calm the chaos of my soul," was his reply to the matriarch.

"Oh? and that too shall be remedied," was her answer, laced with another sinister smile.

With that, the Limp took the Golden Glass and drank his fill.

"What is this drink that have the might more than water do and slew my thirst bursting my dexterity?" asked the Limp with awe and gratefulness.

"It's your blood," a simple surprising answer the Limp got.

"My blood?" he asks with great surprise, "you gave me my blood? Why?"...

---oo0oo---

...an end is indefinite, when a continuation is required, so...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

ANSWER ME THIS

-o0o-

beloved friends tell me please,

if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,

or,

it is the end that would spawn your bliss,

tell me so that for you I may wheel,

a cart for this tale and banish all crease,
but,
be what ever that you may ever wish,

feed my mind with thoughts as a dish,

and give strength to my soul to bring a dot marking mark a finish.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

MARK ON MY FINGER

------oo(O)oo-------

i wore a band on my ring finger,

marking the journey away from freedom,

so that i will always remember,

to gather a stranger's wisdom,

and forever be in a state of sober,

and be guarded from the state martyrdom,

lifting away any wonder,

to save my soul from a torn down kingdom,

and guard a rose from being wither,

even if it is,

my blood is the item for barter.

------oo(O)oo-------

In another time,another tale will come.

maybe, of the things,

the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.

but for now,

the Demon would only want to rest.

and rest the Demon will,

in a land where demons were kill,

on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.

___________ooOoo___________

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

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...and to you I give this...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

This be the second week of the sixth month,

Second year of being a slave to a slave,

Year of the Terra Ratus,

21 days to the first year, the West is reluctantly shaded by distance...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

LIVING LIKE A DEAD MAN

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'Abdullah bin 'Amr bin Al' narrated that:

I heard Allah's Apostle saying, "Allah does not take away the knowledge, by taking it away from (the hearts of) the people, but takes it away by the death of the religious learned men until when none of the (religious learned men) remains, people will take as their leaders ignorant persons who when consulted will give their verdict without knowledge. So they will go astray and will lead the people astray."

O Allah! I surrender to You, entrust all my affairs to You, and depend upon You for Your Blessings with both hope and fear of You. There is no fleeing from You, and there is no place of protection and safety except with You O Allah! I believe in Your Book (the Qur'an) which You have revealed and in Your Prophet (Muhammad) whom You have sent

- A PRAYER BEFORE WE SLEEP

Nor can a soul die except by Allah's leave, the term being fixed as by writing. If any do desire a reward in this life, We shall give it to him; and if any do desire a reward in the Hereafter, We shall give it to him. And swiftly shall We reward those that (serve us with) gratitude. - THE HOLY BOOK, 003.145

* NOTE: I dedicate the first hadith to those who have lost their loved ones, as those who have left them are indeed a treasure throve of knowledge for without their love and knowledge no matter how small, we would never be who we are.

___________ooOoo___________

PEACE BE UPON YOU AND PRAISE BE UPON TO THE PROPHET AND ALLAH.

I meant not to be religious nor do I mean to be pious by opening this entry as I did.

I began this entry as I did, because PEACE is the sole thing I search and longed for; and hope that the Al-Mighty has always and will always grace upon you - the ones that He has lead to this unworthy entry.

I wrote what I wrote because I love you.

I am a man with nothing in my hand, ignorance in my mind and emptiness in my heart. A man such as I am is a being who is LIVING LIKE A DEAD MAN.

I tried my best to distance my self from sympathy in one's mind, love in one's heart and kindness in one's hands in fear that the DEMONS IN ME would stop me to return all that in kind or even in the very least.

I prison my heart from being love in fear that my love could not be at par to the love being given to me hence making me a HALF DEAD as I am now.

I silenced my mind in fear that the voice of my mind be the whispers of the PRINCE OF AGNUS - the child of fire.

All of you whom I love with the love of God.

For the past few weeks, I read with much sadness of your lost. I grieve with those who grieved. Your lost is a great lost not only to you and to your family but also to those who knew you and also to those who could only be with you in this intangible realm like me.

I say this with the purest of sincerity of my heart.

Forgive me for what I wrote after this brings you anger and hate. It is not what I wish to do.

I see death, my beloved ones, as a blessing.

Open you mind and let free your soul, and you will see death as I see it.

Death, means not as an end.

It is a beginning for a new life and marking immortality.

Every living being will die, physically and with the coming of death, comes sadness, confusion and emptiness to most of those who were left behind.

But, many of us often luxuriously forget, that with death also brings us choices.

To live life alive or to die with the deceased.

Most of us choose, often unconsciously, to the latter.

We choose to continue live in sadness, but what is more worst, we unconsciously end the immortality of our deceased beloved by inconsciently erasing their knowledge, wisdoms and love.

A fact that is surely will be contested by many.

You whom I love with the love of God.

Nature has thought us much about death. On the vast body of Lady Earth Gaia, her children celebrate life and death.

They do so with such grandeur base on one simple death brings life to life.

If one would walk through the western plane, home to this ancient being, if one look a bit attentively, one could never miss to notice that they stood tall as if being planted in distinct lines and rows.

And if one would look a little more attentively, one would see that they grow on the trunks of their fallen forefathers.

In the embrace of Lady Gaia, the demise of one, no matter how violently and unwanted, would create a cradle for a new life to bloom.

Death bring pause only to our physical self not to our soul, virtue, identity and wisdom.

Making us live forever.

Let the loved ones that have leave us behind become one of the immortals.

Make them immortals by letting their soul, virtue, identity and wisdom grew with us and within our sons and daughters.

And we too, when it is our time to part, shall become one of the forever living.

All of you whom I love with the love of God.

I silenced my mind in fear that the voice of my mind be the whispers of the PRINCE OF AGNUS - the child of fire.

I prison my heart from being love in fear that my love could not be at par to the love being given to me hence making me a HALF DEAD as I am now.

I tried my best to distance my self from sympathy in one's mind, love in one's heart and kindness in one's hands in fear that the DEMONS IN ME would stop me to return all that in kind or even in the very least.

I am a man with nothing in my hand, ignorance in my mind and emptiness in my heart. A man such as I am is a being who is LIVING LIKE A DEAD MAN.

I wrote what I wrote because I love you.

---oo0oo---

...and with this end, another end begins...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

ANSWER ME THIS

-o0o-

beloved friends tell me please,

if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,

or, it is the end that would spawn your bliss,

tell me so that for you I may wheel,

a cart for this tale and banish all crease,

but,

be what ever it is that you may ever wish,

feed my mind with thoughts as a dish,

and give strength to my soul to bring you a dot marking mark a finish.

___________ooOoo___________

WHEN THE DARK ONE COMES

-o0o-

when the dark one come,

let not smile to tears it succumb,

let not fear raise his arrogant thumb,

let not love be turn to a limping lump,

in confusion when the dark one come.

the dark one come,

not to bring glum,

but notes sweeter than rum,

something that our children could hum,

something that we could drum...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

In another time,

another tale will come.

maybe,

of the things,

the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.

but for now,

the Demon would only want to rest.

and rest the Demon will,

in a land where demons are kill,

on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.

___________ooOoo___________

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

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...and I shall continue to wait...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

This be the second week of the fourth month,

Second year of being a slave to a slave,

Year of the Terra Ratus,

10th day of the 10th moth since the West is reluctantly shade by distance...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

PARADOX OF TRUTH

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A Servant of The Unseen narrated that The Forgotten Lover of The Unseen reminds the Dwellers of Mine that -

Truthfulness leads to righteousness, and righteousness leads to Paradise.

One should keep on telling the truth until one becomes a truthful person.

Falsehood leads to Al-Fajur which would leads to the Fire, and the ones who keep on telling lies till he is written before The Unseen, a liar.

- Understood Words of The Forgotten Lover of The Unseen #116, Book 73.

___________ooOoo___________

"TELL me O Great Sage of the Whites, tell me about the truth," ask the half-dead man, Demon Prince of Agnus to the well dressed ancient sitting at the center of the Great Hall of the Whites.

"The truth? hmmm..." paused the Ancient One before continuing, "truths are true words of true happenings that would bring happiness to hearts of others."

He then continues, "no matter how hard it is one should never tells other than the truth... for the ones who tells other than the truth shall never find happiness in ones life now and here after."

The Demon Prince listen attentively before asking again, "but, O Ancient one, true happenings is true to one but a lie to others, hence, would it not be that, the words one use to describe the events would become a lie?"

"Regardless." answered the Great Sage before he continues to say: "truth will always and shall always be the words that would bring others happiness. THIS IS THE SUPERCEEDING RULES OF MINE!"

"None shall challenge that," warned the Ancient One.

With that, the Demon Prince bites his toungue, bowed in unwilling respect to the Great Sage of the Whites and began his retreat.

How peculiar this world is, thought the Child of Agnus in his pace away from the Great Hall of the Whites.

"Truth will always and shall always be the words that would bring others happiness," he sighed accompanying the confusion that he has on how this superceeding rule dictate the Dwellers of Mine life in a way that profits and give loss to them all at once.

In mine, to truth is truthfull if it is accepted by the intended as the wanted to be.

The rule of this world is, a statement which one claimed to be truthful no matter how truthfull it is must be challenge to the extended it would be regarded as a lie.

No one in this world would accept the thruth even it is as clear as a diamond.

An example of this -

When love has dried out in the heart of one half of a couple in a relationship, the other half would never accept it if the former tells her of the truth.

The only thing that the latter would accept as truth is the opposite of what the former say.

That is the law of this world.

Hence lies are born.

Ironic.

How the fire of hell is full by the seeds of haven.

---oo0oo---

...and again, another end begins...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

THIS BE THE STARTING POINT FOR A MULTITUDE OF ENDINGS

(this be the place where I have abruptly hid in silence)

-o0o-

ANSWER ME THIS

-o0o-

beloved friends tell me please,

if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,

or,

it is the end that would spawn your bliss,

tell me so that for you I may wheel,a cart for this tale and banish all crease,

but,

be what ever that you may ever wish,

feed my mind with thoughts as a dish,

and give strength to my soul to bring a dot marking mark a finish.

___________ooOoo___________

SUN AND STARS

-o0o-

look at the sun my love,

how mighty it looks up above,

letting light seeps trough the tightest groove,

giving might to those who have to shove.

but my love,

the sun is but a single star,

mighty but still at the mercy of unseen bars,

an adverse to the twinkling dots we see in the night sky afar,

who guides the lost in Gaia's scar.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

In another time,

another tale will come.
maybe,
of the things,

the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.
but for now,
the Demon would only want to rest.

and rest the Demon will,

in a land where demons were kill,

on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.

___________ooOoo___________

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

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...and again and again...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

This be the second week of the fourth month,

Second year of being a slave to a slave,

Year of the Terra Ratus,

24th day of the 9th moth since the West is reluctantly shade by distance...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

A Matter of Simplicity

(continued)

___________ooOoo___________

FORGIVE ME FRIENDS...

I HAVE DELETED THIS POST AS IT IS TOO PERSONAL FOR ME TO

REVEAL.

---oo0oo---

...and again, another end begins...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

THIS BE THE STARTING POINT FOR A MULTITUDE OF ENDINGS

(this be the place where i have abruptly hid in silence)

-o0o-

ANSWER ME THIS

-o0o-

beloved friends tell me please,

if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,

or,

it is the beginning of this end that would spawn your bliss,

tell me so that for you I may wheel,

a cart for this tale and banish all crease,

but,

be what ever that you may ever wish,

feed my mind with thoughts as a dish,

and give strength to my soul to bring a dot marking mark a finish.

___________ooOoo___________

I HATE TO LOVE YOU

-o0o-

Time fails not to spawn great romance,

tales of greatness that the heart enhance,

just like how the swans in dance,

maketh a mad man die in trance.

But wary O those who glance,

at the beauty of that brings you trance,

tales of love have hidden lances,

that will pierce your hearts giving you no chance.

No matter how great is the love we have glance,

know be you of the truth of the swan's dance,

the purity that love enhance,

hids the ugliness of lust flounce.

Making hurt weigh more that a numberless ounce.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

In another time,

another tale will come.

maybe,

of the things the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.

but for now,

the Demon would only want to rest.

And rest the Demon will,

in a land where demons were kill,

on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.

___________ooOoo___________

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

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...the more complicated things get...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

This be the first week of the fourth month,

Second year of being a slave to a slave,

Year of the Terra Ratus,

22nd day of the 9th moth since the West is reluctantly shade by distance...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

A Matter of Simplicity

___________ooOoo___________

...and again, another end begins...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

THE CHILD AND THE SEA

-o0o-

what a lovely sight is the raging sea,

to the child that sleeps within me,

a war of winds and water that is salty,

that brings calm to where draughts was once mighty,

oblivious to the sleeping child in me,

to the sad stories behind a seaman trophies,

as all to him are marks of glory,

to a dead hero who fought with no worries.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

In another time,another tale will come.

maybe,
of the things the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.
but for now,
the Demon would only want to rest,

and rest the Demon will,

in a land where demons were kill,

on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.

___________ooOoo___________

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

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...and I give you this...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

This be the third week of the First month,

Second year of being a slave to a slave,

Year of the Terra Murinus,

22nd day of the 4th moth since the West is reluctantly shade by distance...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

Coming Out From My Long Slumber

(an update of a sort)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

YAWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.... hmmmmmmppph...

Hello...long time no see ya? Forgive me if you have waited longer than you should for me to crawl out of my old smelly blanket.

I really need that nap, though it is nothing close to a sound sleep, it brought me a few grains of rest to a mind that is no less than a mess.

Yup, still a whole load of mess my head and my existence is.

No matter, up to this point of life, I have gotten used to it.

In my recent four months of forced nap, I had many dreams.

In those dreams...

I was given power,

I and she who is no longer and will never be mine unhid our love to each other,

I succumb to the love of a lover who owns not the throne of my heart,

I was place out side the walls of my heart's fortress,

I was made slave to the one that I should enslave,

I found a pillow to rest at the edge of haven's sewers,

and,

I made a crown from hells' brimstones.

Maybe, I would tell you more of each and every one of them, or, maybe I won't.

As all they keys of my tales, lay firmly in your hold.

---oo0oo---

...and again, another end begins...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

STARTING POINT WHERE THE ENDS BEGINS

(this be the place where i have abruptly hid in silence)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

CLOSE YOUR EYES

(final installment to the beginning of a series of a continuation)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

Said the lord(s) and ladi(es) of this intangible plane of existence to the Demon Prince -

Master Demon,

That is what i used to do. Emptied my heart...closed my eyes, let my mind float until i disappear in my own darkness...

Escapade...

- The Traveling Lady Sue -

---oo0oo---

LET your self loose and be in comfort, limber down all of your limbs and free all care that plagues your mind.

Inhale, with the greatest ease that you can muster; deliberately, slowly but most importantly, inhale luxuriously.

Then exhale in the same manner.

Lift all strain from your lovely eyes, yes, lift them from those lovely tired eyes that have never cease to be burden with the darkness that lies behind everything bright.

Keep taking those relaxing luxurious breaths and do not pause your efforts to lift those burdens.

Keep doing it until you reach, in your mind, the dark void where everything that you know ceases to exist.

There, empty your heart, your soul and your mind. Make them as empty as the dark void it self.

Think of none, wish of none, and feel of none.

Think of none, wish of none, feel of none except for how free and weightless your self is in that void.

Think of it, wish for it, and feel for it.

Think of it, wish for it, and feel for it, until you can see you body float in all nothingness and in all darkness.

So free.

So relaxed.

So peaceful.

So serene.

Think of it, wish for it, and feel for it, until you can see you body float in all nothingness and in all darkness until you feel that your physical body ceases to exist in the mortal planes no more.

Let your self loose and in comfort, limber down all of your limbs and free all care that plagues your mind.

Bask your self in this newfound existence...

Bask your self in it and take your time enjoying it until you can see and even feel a growing light brightening your surroundings.

Bask your self in your new existence and in the warmth of the growing light brightening your surroundings until familiar shapes began to show themselves to you.

Bask your self in your new existence while enjoying the warmth of the growing light brightening your surroundings accompanied by the familiar shapes that began to materialized until you can feel their textures and find serenity in their beauty and find rejuvenation in their sweet sweet smells.

Bask your self in your new existence while enjoying the warmth of the growing light brightening your surroundings accompanied by the familiar shapes that began to materialized enhanced by the multitude of textures while serenading to the serenity of the sweet sweet smells until it become your reality in this moment that lays hidden between a blink of the eyes.

Let your self be free in this reality.

Let your self loose and in comfort, limber down all of your limbs and free all care that plagues your mind.

Take, at first, small little deliberate steps in this new reality that you have found and walk with put the tiniest of care until you can feel the pavements made from dark sweet chocolate bricks.

It smells nice isn't it? Savor it, savor the sweet smell of the chocolate bricks pavement until you can smell the scent of havenly flowers interlaced with it.

Look around for the source of that interlaced smell, look with a smile and you will find the source with a laughter.

When you have found it, touch it and feel it. So soft, so lovely.

Lay down, on them.

Na ah ... don't you dare let worry sneak in to your heart. Just lay on down on those havenly flowers and trust that they'll take you like a very plush bed do.

Now sleep. Sleep so very soundly without any care. Rest your tire mind and soul while savoring the zest of these flowers of heaven. When you have really rested, continue exploring this newfound reality. Travel again on the chocolate bricks pavement while savoring the sweet scents of heaven and the lovely songs of paradise birds.

Dance to their songs.

Jiggle with them.

Humble your worries with them, not stop even until you reach a magnificent castle at the end of the road...

Beautiful is it not the castle those towers that stood magnificently in front of, and look, it seems like the valiant guards at the gates are smiling and gesturing you to come.

Though with out words, you can still hear their soft yet strong voices greets you, and if you listen carefully, you would realize that they are greeting you as if you are one of the royalties that resides here.

Well, you are...

Again, let your self loose and be in comfort, limber down all of your limbs and free all care that plagues your mind.

Inhale, with the greatest ease that you can muster; deliberately, slowly but most importantly, inhale luxuriously.

Then exhale in the same manner.

Let no strain kiss your lovely eyes, gaining that, enjoy this new found existence in this age old realm.

Keep taking those relaxing luxurious breaths and do not stop your enjoyment.

Now, close your eyes.

Stand up straight.

Beginning with slow diliberate turns, start swirling your body.

Pick up the pace, make it go faster and faster.

Untill all that is so clear became blur.

Blurring bits by bits until darkness falls back to the place it once reign.

Stop.

Its ugly is it not? To be once again in this place that you tried hard to make foreign?

Which is more to your likings? This one or the one that you have just left?

Look at both of your palms.

The place you longed for is there.

<-END->

-o0o-

ANSWER ME THIS

-o0o-

beloved friends tell me please,

if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,

or,

it is the beginning of this end that would spawn your bliss,

tell me so that for you I may wheel,

a cart for this tale and banish all crease,

but,

be what ever that you may ever wish,

feed my mind with thoughts as a dish,

and give strength to my soul to bring a dot marking mark a finish.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

THE CHILD AND THE SKY

-o0o-

the little child stare staright at the sky,

his eyes shouted to the sky a red stare of bile,

his tears reek hideous blight,

his lips whispered a truth not nay,

fisticuffs be the feast of this night,

as hurt reigns in the place of his smile,

something he thought the sky sowed in guile,

by hiding shines that are gentle and mild,

and bring forth storms that made all sacrosancts rile,

pointing to him a divine lie.

but,

the sky kept sporting a havenly smile,

that kept the soil under the child's feet fertile,

and chase hunger far from his mama's scullery,

by keeping the fire merry,

and making the stove proof its worthy,

so that what was once raw became a lovely fricassee,

that would make darkness say goodbye,

hence giving place to a lovely smile,

and calmed the heart of a sadden child.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

In another time,

another tale will come.

maybe,

of the things the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.

but for now,

the Demon would only want to rest.

and rest the Demon will,

in a land where demons were kill,

on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.

___________ooOoo___________

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

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otherwise.