tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226837195394388252024-03-12T14:02:11.181-04:00Riverdaze…Grizz…………http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.comBlogger903125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-72032633439819274432016-12-14T11:08:00.001-05:002016-12-14T11:08:26.265-05:00FIRST SNOW!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<i style="font-size: 19.2px;">The island across from the cottage yesterday, just after the snow quit.</i></div>
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Heretofore the closest we'd come were a few flakes swirling about on northerly winds a time or two over the last couple of weeks. Never enough to scoop up a teaspoon full, let alone whiten the ground. </div>
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Today, the sun is shining bright and the sky's a radiant azure blue. But numbingly cold—3˚F for last night's low and only 12˚F now, an hour before noon. Too cold too soon! Most years we never experience such arctic lows before mid-January.</div>
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Ahh, well…that's Ohio for you. And cold or not, the snow is lovely. </div>
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Grizz…………http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-26568056528735907632016-12-05T10:31:00.001-05:002016-12-05T11:13:14.162-05:00I'VE RETURNED <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<i style="font-size: 19.2px;">Great blue heron, stalking a breakfast fish along the river near the cottage, on a cloudy morning a few days ago.</i></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">W</span>ell, it's been awhile. Longer, certainly, than I intended—though in truth, maybe just long enough. Looking back, it was painfully obvious I needed a break. My posts were boring, repetitious; I could feel myself getting stale.</div>
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Ongoing remodeling work had literally engulfed my life and mind. I've scarcely made a photo in months, other than an occasional shot from around the yard or along the stretch of river which flows past the cottage. From early autumn until just before Thanksgiving, as time grew shorter, I became increasingly exhausted both physically and mentally—desperate to finish several projects before the holidays. </div>
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This was accomplished, thanks to the tireless and expert help of my wonderful neighbor Mike, who did practically all the plumbing. A huge worry lifted off my mind! </div>
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During my hiatus, several dear and faithful readers—true friends—called, messaged or emailed, wondering if I was okay. I was, except for a trip to the E.R. in November, to drain 100-plus mls of fluid from under an injured kneecap. That flat hurt! And I do apologize to those made fearful during the week-long recovery, when I gimped around the house at high-speed—a one-crutched Chester (remember <i>Gunsmoke</i>?)—and doubtless a mortal danger not only to myself but anyone nearby, especially those inadvertently trapped in a hall or doorway.<br />
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Thank you, one and all. I can't begin to tell you how much I appreciate your thoughts and concern.<br />
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I probably won't be posting more than a time or two per week for a bit. I continue working on the house when I can, and still need to saw and split sufficient firewood to get us through winter. On top of which, Christmas and New Year's loom, with their attendant preparations and celebrations. </div>
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But I've returned—and glad to be back, because it honestly feels like coming home. </div>
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Grizz…………http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-63822297336714809802016-09-13T10:29:00.000-04:002016-09-13T10:29:25.047-04:00COOL AND CRANKED!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I got up at 5:00 a.m., the outside temperature was a chilly 56˚F…<i>exactly the same as the temperature inside the cottage!</i></div>
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Fact is, I feel great—energized, rarin' to go. I've already fixed breakfast for Myladylove and myself, washed the dishes, taken a short walk along the river and made a few photos, written next week's column which is due tomorrow, and driven the few miles to my local Home Depot where I spent nearly an hour picking out GFCI plugs, looking at mirrors and vanity lights, and trying to sort through the options for a ventilation system I want to put together and install at this stage of my remodeling job.</div>
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Life is is not a beach…it's frost on your pumpkin. I'm cranked when it's cool!</div>
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Grizz…………http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-78368911055170045312016-09-09T13:29:00.000-04:002016-09-09T13:29:19.698-04:00RAIN, SWEAT & REMODELING…<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">For the past few days I've been working on the final phase of our bathroom remodel. This necessitated removing drywall off two walls, rerouting various electrical lines and fixtures, plus making several temporary plumbing adjustments—even though a neighbor and I plan to convert the cottage's entire plumbing system to PEX in a couple of weeks. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Neither the bathroom or laundry area, the two rooms in which I was working, offer much ventilation. With all the drywall dust being created, fans were not an option. So in a "dead air" room of a non-air-conditioned house, outside temperatures of 90˚F and higher assure sauna-like working conditions inside. Hot, stuffy, tough on breathing. Sort of like working inside a nailed-shut coffin. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I drank water by the gallon, sweated it out as fast as it went in, and had the quickly discharging energy capacity of an old iPhone battery that needed replacing years earlier. Not fun.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Occasionally I needed a break from these sessions of necessary abuse—when the heat, exhaustion, lack of oxygen, dust inhaled into my lungs, and near-blindness caused by the steady bath of salty sweat streaming into my eyes became unbearable. So I adjourned to the side yard where I'd set up my sawhorses and work tables, for an alternate project constructing a floor-to-ceiling cabinet for the bathroom. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Yes, the oxygen supply outdoors was more plentiful. And I am indeed smart enough to have placed my work site in the shade under several towering sycamores. But 92˚F in the shade is still 92˚F…an oven is still an oven! And the once-per-hour lethargic stirring of the air—not anywhere close to being sufficient to call a breeze—brought little in the way of relief. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">But I persevered, prevailed, and survived. I think. And yesterday evening, amid much shoving, cajoling—and when that failed, judiciously applied application of a few vicious whacks with a rubber mallet—Myladylove and I managed to set this </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">recalcitrant cabinet in place.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">H</span>ere's something you don't see every day…a black groundhog! I've only ever seen one other black-furred woodchuck—and that occasion, several years ago, afforded merely a fleeting, drive-by glimpse at some distance.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">W</span>hile recently poking about a local prairie patch, thinking to make a few photos of butterflies and blacked-eyed Susans, I chanced upon a humble bumble bee working a pink clump of fragrant milkweed. Deciding it might make a good shot, I zoomed in, focused and—just getting started—clicked off a single image. </div>
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YUP! I have been to the field and witnessed with my own sweat-stung eyes. THE IRONWEED IS BLOOMING! And anyone who knows anything about the seasonal passage can tell you—when the ironweed comes into bloom, summer's days are numbered. </div>
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No joke! Middle of the day, sun a'blazing, temperature pushing ninety, not a cloud in the sky or a breath of breeze stirring…and I set off to visit a nearby prairie. A stifling, wide open field of grass and weeds and waist-high wildflowers, where, on a bright August day, the merciless sun beats down on you like a sledgehammer!</div>
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I did it anyway—no doubt a telling factor in regards to my already questionable sanity. What's more, I had a pretty good time, in a sweat-drenched, near-smothered, shake-and-bake sort of way. And I'll share some of the photos during the next week or so, starting with this pearl crescent butterfly atop what I think is a really scraggly ox-eye bloom.</div>
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But I'd like to take a brief break, so I'm thinking about playing hooky this morning to sneak away for a couple of hours of photography. Maybe at a little pond I like, which is just up the road, or perhaps I check out one of the nearby prairie patches—though flower-wise, not much will yet be going on there; prairies come into showier bloom later in the season.</div>
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Grizz…………http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-83139886982677584532016-06-11T08:33:00.000-04:002016-06-11T08:33:05.421-04:00RED BUG & PICNIC TABLE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I</span> saw this flame-red, quarter-inch-long bug climbing up a tiny stem amongst my walkway patch of chocolate mint, gleaming like a tiny jewel within the shadows. I have no idea what it is, though I'd guess some sort of aphid. But you gotta love such an astonishingly bright little creature…and I have enough chocolate mint about that I don't mind sharing.</div>
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It rained here most of yesterday, quite hard at times. Brief downpours that seemed almost tropical. I thought the river would be up more than it is. In fact, and in spite of all that rain, it has risen no more than a few inches and is merely murky but not muddy—fishable if I were of a mind to do so. </div>
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On a side note, I expect the picnic table and benches I recently completed will get their first opportunity to be put to use. I delivered them to my daughter last weekend. A blog post or two back, I promised Gail I'd stick a photo of the end results in here when I finished. Well, I forgot to make a photo before delivery. My daughter, Lacy, snapped one for me after she'd done her painting. Trust me, her multiple coats of white paint makes them look way better. I am a carpenter's son…but I wholly lack my father's consummate skill and woodworking artistry. At best I'm adequately competent. </div>
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In one of those labyrinthian fits of female reasoning, logically abstruse to us lesser males, Myladylove decided to fill the brief minutes of my absence by repainting a kitchen wall. She taped off cabinets, corners and sink counter, spread a tarp on the floor, readied brushes, roller, and paint pan. All she then had to do was stir the paint in its bucket—for which we have one of those paddle mixers on a rod which you chuck in an electric drill. </div>
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So far, so good. Being the designated family painter, she's successfully done this plenty of times in the past. What she hadn't done was used any power drill other than the old variable-speed Craftsman. When she realized the Craftsman's battery needed recharging, she decided to use the high-speed, industrial grade Dewalt. A drill is a drill, right? </div>
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Where the Craftsman putters along rather sedately—a retired schoolmarm in her Buick heading home from church—the Dewalt snaps from zero to screaming-fast in about a millisecond—a top-fuel dragster being driven by Don Garlits! </div>
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But I don't care about winning the war, per se; this is personal! I care about winning battles. My battles. Fought on my modest acre of riverbank land. Battles I can and do win! All it takes is due diligence, sharp, loppers, a brush saw, and plenty of sweat and hard work. Plus a caviler disregard for self-induced bloodletting, twisted ankles, and the endless sticky spiderwebs netting themselves across your face, down your back, or in your hair—occasionally with their eight-legged builders attached. </div>
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My latest victory is what you see in the photo. The tree-framed upstream view of the riffle directly in front of the cottage, as seen from the side yard. When I started you quite literally could not see the river. Watery glints at the most here and there through the wall of green honeysuckle leaves. </div>
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I know it doesn't look like much. But believe me, it didn't come easy. Nearly a day's worth of labor…er, battle…in mid-80˚ temps. Perhaps a dozen feet, plus another also-cleared 50 feet you can't see to the right of the above image. Sixty feet total. </div>
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I'm getting ready to head to Lowe's for a couple of boxes of deck screws to finish off a couple more benches for the yard. Last week I built a picnic table plus two unattached benches for my daughter—though they're yet to be delivered. But I was so pleased with the benches that went with her table that I decided I'd modify the design a bit and build three or four along the same lines to scatter around the yard. I'm always looking for a handy place to sit and watch the river. </div>
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That's about it so far as a riverbank report goes. An ordinary morning. The temperature is supposed to climb to 85˚F today, with possible showers this afternoon. More summer than spring. But nice weather for this Memorial Day weekend. </div>
Grizz…………http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-81609993846889761922016-05-17T07:26:00.000-04:002016-05-17T07:26:37.910-04:00SPRING UNCERTAIN<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yes, the grass is lush and green. Birds are singing. Fish are biting. And here along the river, throughout the corridor woods, the trees' verdant canopy of supple new leaves is already well on its way to filling out. </div>
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I had a colonoscopy a week ago this past Thursday. They did remove a couple of pre-cancerous polyps. But that's no big deal. Drinking the vile pre-procedure prep solution was really the worst part—especially since I had to chug-a-lug the second half-gallon starting at 3:00 a.m.</div>
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Tuesday, still bleeding. Another blood check. Levels definitely dropping. Because I take blood thinners, which I'd been off before the surgery, but restarted after, my doc wanted to give me two days off again before the now definite surgery, scheduled for Thursday morning. </div>
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Tuesday evening, still bleeding, feeling pretty weak, I have another blood levels check—down another point!—and after again conferring with my doc, decide I'd better check into the hospital. Myladylove drives and we head to the E.R. There, I have a new blood levels check, a CAT scan, and a few other things. Not quite to the point of needing a transfusion, but heading that way. "You can spend tonight, tomorrow, and tomorrow night here, we'll monitor your blood levels, and you can have your procedure…or you can spend the time at home, pay attention to how you feel, do your prep tomorrow, and always head back here if you get to feeling worse—lightheaded, trouble thinking—or if the bleeding increases. A bit of a risk, but not much. Your call."<br />
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Grizz…………http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-42835083189137692042016-04-27T13:17:00.000-04:002016-04-27T13:17:01.201-04:00SUNLIGHT AND HOSTAS<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I</span>t's chilly out this morning, 39˚F as I write, though predicted to warm considerably by midday. The sun is bright and the sky a high, cloudless blue. Because the temperature of the air above the river is cooler than that of the water, a silky veil of fog has been created—soft, ethereal, lovely. <span style="text-align: justify;">I decided to make a photo or two before the rising sun burned this temporary overlay away. </span></div>
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Grizz…………http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-30084185558015805492016-04-22T11:05:00.000-04:002016-04-22T11:06:36.786-04:00AGE & BEAUTY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Earlier this morning an aged dandelion bloom caught my eye. The bright yellow flower head had gone to seed. The remaining fluff ball had lost the majority of it silky-white "parachutes," which looked not only sparse but a bit damp from the dew. </div>
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Grizz…………http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-20884970283457577702016-04-19T09:25:00.000-04:002016-04-19T09:25:09.227-04:00BIRDS GOTTA FLY?<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<i style="font-family: inherit;">"Fish gotta swim, </i><i style="font-family: inherit;">birds gotta fly…"</i></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I</span> hate to say it, but Jerome Kern and Oscar Hammerstein got it wrong in the latter part of their lyric for the <i>Show Boat</i> tune, "Can't Help Lovin' Dat Man." Of course, they probably weren't all that familiar with nuthatches.</div>
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If you're a nuthatch, flying is optional…as is gravity. </div>
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Should a nuthatch wish to get from one portion of a forked tree trunk to another, it could hippity-hop down one and ratchety-climb back up the other. Or it could just keep its wings tucked, fling itself in the intended general direction, and trust the rest to luck and levitation. </div>
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Nope…birds don't always gotta fly! Not if you're a nuthatch! </div>
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Grizz…………http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-79579696022178007442016-04-18T12:38:00.000-04:002016-04-18T12:38:05.613-04:00HAIRYS MAKE ME HAPPY!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I</span>'ve been watching a pair of hairy woodpeckers busy themselves in the dooryard as they investigate a fallen box elder and several dying ash trees. While quite similar to a downy, the hairy is a notably larger bird and sports a longer bill. </div>
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Hairy woodpeckers are always a treat. A generally common species throughout this corner of Ohio, they're fairly unusual visitors here along the river. Downys, pileateds, red-bellieds, and flickers are the daily fare. Hairys are infrequent visitors—though not as uncommon as yellow-bellied sapsuckers, and certainly not as rare as a red-headed woodpecker. </div>
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I expect the reason for their relative scarcity is, in part, due to the woods hereabouts, which is merely a thick river-corridor belt of mature trees. Probably not sufficiently extensive to suite a hairy. My backyard pair were likely curious strays who followed the streamside timber down from a much larger expanse of floodplain woods which begins a half-mile upstream.</div>
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Too, when compared to their look-alike downy kin, hairy woodpeckers seem a bit wilder, easier spooked, less tolerant of houses, people, traffic. A thoroughly sensible and quite understandable attitude. </div>
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Regardless, I'm glad they found their way here. Hairys make me happy! </div>
<br />Grizz…………http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828454689578685330noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322683719539438825.post-88224418725839242082016-04-16T13:07:00.000-04:002016-04-16T13:07:22.406-04:00RAVISHED BY VIOLETS!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">R</span>ight now my yard is a riot of violets. Thousands of 'em, all a'bloom! </div>
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Yes, violets are invasive, but ravishingly so. Neither ugly nor harmful, just merely prolific. Common wildflowers which are uncommonly comely. </div>
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Every April I await their coming. Violets signal spring—and to my mind are all the more dear for this vernal connection. They are fundamental to the burgeoning season. I welcome their lovely purple-blue invasion. </div>
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So ravish me…please! I truly don't mind. </div>
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