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rsmrymnt-tea · 2 years

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Anyway. Yet another DolaSatan thing. Really saccharine and kinda pointless and stuff ughfhgufhghh help

Notes: early morning fluff, established relationship. Sleepy clingy affectionate Satan, oc uses she/her. Nothing really happens aside from him being clingy, this idea came to me as I listened to that call where he’s being really sweet and cute after accidentally calling mc somehow instead of shutting off his alarm >.>;;;

Dola has somewhere to be, and Satan doesn’t want her to leave just yet.

4:37am. Hushed whispers broke the silence, as did the softest of laughter.

“Satan, my love, I need to go.” Dola, already mostly dressed in her adventuring attire, gently tried to pull away from Satan’s arms. They only tightened as a small whine left him—cute, she thought. But she really needed to leave.

“Do you have to…?” His voice was hoarse and groggy, eyes still closed, brow slowly furrowing as he kept himself from falling back asleep.

“I do,” she gently replied. She stopped trying to leave and instead cradled his face in her hands, thumb gently stroking the skin on his cheekbone. “You’re the one who told me to take this assignment, you know.”

Satan made an exasperated noise. He seemed more awake now, but still kept his eyes shut. Her ministrations seemed to placate him, though a small crease still remained between his brows.

“Didn’t think… leave so early…”

Dola chuckled. “Didn’t think they’d need me this early either.”

“Then don’t go yet…”

“But I need to, love,” she softly insisted, planting a soft kiss to his eyelids as she noticed them begin to open. He grunted, as if to say that that isn’t enough to keep him happy, earning himself another quiet chuckle and a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“The sooner you let me leave, the sooner I can get back,” she tried to negotiate.

“You’ll still be gone a week,” he reminded, eyes now fluttering open. Dola hummed and absently brushed his hair away from his face.

“All you have to do is tell me you miss me, and I’ll summon you before the minute ends.”

Despite his small huff, Satan returned her smile, heart warmed by the reassurance. He pulled her in closer and pressed his lips to hers.

He’ll miss her. Of course he will. But he knows that they’ll make it perfectly fine through the week without being each other’s presence. They’d been through much worse before.

Dola giggled against his lips before pulling away. She tried to leave once more, only for his arms to tighten around her.

“Satan, I really need to go now,” she insisted. She let go of his face to pat his arm. A silent let me go, though all he did was pull her closer.

“Promise me you’ll summon me as soon as anything bad happens.”

“I promise, swear on our pact, even,” she said, sealing it with a kiss to his forehead. Satan searched her eyes for a moment before finally letting her go. Dola thanked him with another peck on the lips before getting off the bed to put on her boots.

Satan watched her from his spot on the bed, eyes still heavy with sleep. He could feel himself begin to drift off once more but fought against it. Not yet, he told himself.

Once she was fully dressed, she walked over to Satan’s side. He turned his head to face her, feeling the bed dip from her weight. A cool hand held his cheek, bringing him back from the brink of sleep.

“I’ll be going now.” She spoke softly, reassuring.

“Be careful,” he mumbled, his own hand clumsily reaching for her own cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She leaned in for one last kiss, this time lingering longer than before—it made her wish she wasn’t leaving.

“Go back to sleep, okay? I’ll update you everyday, I promise.”

Satan nodded weakly. “Okay. I love you.”

Dola giggled and pulled the covers over him. “I love you too.”

Satan watched her leave, waiting for the quiet click of the door. It was only when he felt her presence leave the home that he let himself fall back to the land of dreams.

#dolasach #flos ira #katha #obey me oc #ahsjshsjsbsbdha oh my god dont look at me #writing this quickly before my writing mood falls through omg #ouougghhhhhhgggh ohougoughhhg help lord #imagine that she’s off to spend the week on an assignment with solomon btw #lowkey wanna write a part two where its those two waking up in their camp in some forest somewhere

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bollywoodirect · 1 year

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What is the best movie you've ever seen that features two equally brilliant performances?

#bollywoodirect #bollywood #katha #farooq shaikh #naseeruddin shah #cinema #movies #films

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vetrikumara · 1 year

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Srimad Bhâgavatam says –

‘bhushana-bhushana-angam’

Meaning – ‘Sri Krishna’s beauty itself is an ornament for His body.’

Ornaments are called so because they adorn and beautify someone’s body. Nevertheless, Sri Krishna’s body is an ornament for the ornaments He wears. This is to say, that, each part of His body is so gorgeous that it decorates the jewellery He wears on it, in stead of the jewellery increasing the beauty of that organ.

“O Pretty maiden! We brought a pile of gem-studded ornaments for beautiful Sri Krishna. However, they were not able to enhance His beauty even the slightest bit. Instead we discovered that the ornaments were beautified to a large extent when they came in contact with His body.”

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rekha86-blog · 1 month

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होली की कहानी

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#Hindistory #Hindu #Holi #Katha #Rangpanchmi #Tyohar

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rrcraft-and-lore · 1 month

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So, this thread is for @Spirited_Gal , who is a wonderful person & author. She reached out curious about Asian storytelling structures and techniques, then links to South Asian ones. This became a convo about native/common/historical structures/styles/techniques from South Asia.

So, let's get into some loosely (just to make y'all aware, without turning this into an academic essay because it easily can - but I do not have time for that, and am not being paid for that writing, and it could be a lot when fully fully fleshed out).

Katha | Kathya: this is an Indian style of storytelling rooted in religious stories (mythology) - the performances are ritual events in Hindiusm. Sikhism holds a different take on it but somewhat related in that there is a focus on religious discourse, taking things apart, -

questioning meaning/interpretations, & then using this to teach scriptures for a moral/religious education - directing beliefs & practices. But the purpose regardless when reduced to the simplest is the same: the moral/religious education & impartation of societal good values to people through the stories.

Usually the stories and this style are performed with a class of people who are both priests and narrators (narrators/storytellers have a massively important role in South Asian culture that they cannot be understated and undervalued, especially-

considering so much of the religious history | myths, epics/stories were orally performed and passed down. Aural (listening/hearing) pleasure are just as important as music and song and dance accompany these performances, and couplets, hymns are common as well.

Anyways, Katha is its own style focused on the religious epics like Ramayama. These stories as mentioned feature a storyteller proficient in classic music, oration, accompanied by dance/song at times, and involve story digression points - if that sounds familiar :throws copy of The First Binding at your face (lovingly).

This particular style is called: Kathakalakshepa.

Another style of Katha is: Purana-Pravachan - built on/around expounding the Puranas, a vast collection of folklore, stories, poems, legends, and more. They are heavily layered with-

deep symbolism, diverse, incorporation tales of all sorts including sciences and topics like cosmology and cosmogony (not the same). This style focuses on the spiritual interpretation of these stories while reciting them.

Folk Narratives (and I have another thread on specific ones such as Panchatantra and Jataka tales which I have talked about and have been argued by some experts to contribute | inspired to 30-50 percent of western nursery tales, ballads, "fairy" tales, as well as some (some not all, not many) middle eastern ones. Some. These are usually narrated with drumming and bow-string instruments. You might see more of these in future Tremaine novels. Perhaps even book two <.<

One of the most common type of story within the folk narrative is particularly - the heroic ballad.

Another specific style here is the Burra Katha - an oral storytelling technique that comes from the Jangam Katha (an order of religious monks associated with Shiva). It incorporates many of things I've mentioned before: prayer, drama, dance, songs, poems, humor (lewd and tame), and usually focuses on mythological stories, or interpretations to focus on modern social issues. Interesting fact, Burra refers to tambura - a stringed instrument with a hollow shell. In Telegu, the word Burra means brain. The shell of the instrument so resembles a human skull (metal! or...gothic. w.e.), it's made of baked clay, pumpkins, or soft metals like brass/copper. In this style, the narrator doesn't just narrate, they play the instrument and dances to the music. South Asia has very little just tell a story traditions.

They're all performances. You will move, you will dance, you will evoke, sing, riddles, lessons, so on. :Gestures to Ari:

Okay - that's it that I want to talk about Katha (yep one tradition/style with varied structures). Just one...see how diverse it gets.

NOW, CLASS:

Kirtan | Keertan: It's narrating, reciting, telling or describing a story or an idea. Wait isn't that the same? No. Because it's a genre of religious performance arts but you're not necessarily breaking down a religious epic/myth a certain way. Instead, you are focused on the

performance of them, many times in a group, with multiple singers, each of whom recite/focus on the name of a specific deity, or a legend, and then you perform that part, very heavy on emoting, evoking that aspect to the audience, the romance, the heroism, and then use multiple singers to discuss that. This particular style is built to engage the audience.

You bring the audience in on the chanting, on the songs, or reply to the singers. You're not lecturing and teaching a moral/spiritual education here. You're performing them and involving the crowd

That IS different. This is a collective performance. Just because you might cover similar topics as Katha, for example, doesn't mean it's the same thing.

That's like saying anything involving a four chord progression is the same (I know someone musicy will bring up a joke about how...yeah they're all the same. I KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING WITH THAT BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. CHILLLLL).

Anyways, what specifically makes Kirtan different is the fact that it's not required to be educational, and it's focused on shared performances. Katha can be performed by ONE person.

Kirtan again is commonly a call-and-response style performance.

I've already talked about Puranas and Jatka Tales and Panchatantra before (you can look those up in my other thread). Also styles of storytelling because of what they entail in their collections, diversity of topics, and varied styles between them in the presentation. They're not just "works" but it's how they're collected/presented and what they cover. That matters.

Hitopadesha: Beneficial Advice. This is an Indian text, written in, as you can imagine, Sanskrit. It's compromised of fables with human and animal characters and focuses on, you guessed it, imparting advice - maxims, so on. Things involving political affairs, life advice, and is delivered in simple and elegant language. It is said in fact to actually predate the Panchatantra (which I've shared is already one of the oldest things out of there. This is said at times to be the Panchatantra before Panchatantra )

The argued point of this particularly story and its structure of being four books, really, is to both encourage the proficiency of people reading it in Sanskrit expression (writing, poetry, more), and imparting wisdom/good behavior. Note, this is not focused on religious/ mythological connections. These are some of the oldest folklore/folktale/fable style stories. You can convey lessons/wisdom/life advice without a religious epic. Though, note, religious figures DO appear and can in this style. Some examples from within:

Book one: (Translated title) How to gain a friend (some of y'all might need this with how you behave online). It begins with a statement on how the wise and sincere friends might often appear poor or destitute, however, they are the ones who more often/earnestly help one achieve true success in life. It focuses on finding friends of good quality, doing this through many particular animal stories such as: The traveler and the tiger. Or, the deer, the jackal, and the crow. The old man & his young wife. The huntsman, deer, the boar, & the serpent & jackal.

Frame Narrative: I think I've talked about this one so much it'll be mildly depressing if I have to really break this one down. But, ahem. Sandwich narrative, kind of self explanatory. Story (or stories) within a story. You have a main narrative and or narrator (hi Ari) set the stage for more emphasized and secondary narratives within (going as deeply layered as you want). The legendary South Asian epic, Mahabharta is the earliest example of Frame Narratives we have, along with Ramayama, Panchatantra, The Seven Wise Masters, and Vikram Vetala (or Vikram the Vampire oh yes, Indian Vampire - technically flesh eating demon, long story. HA. GEDDIT?). Anyways some other examples from other cultures are: 1,001 Nights, The Decameron, and Canterbury Tales. Parts of the Odyssey employ this too, the beginning, where Odysseus tells of his time in the court of King Alcinous.

Mary Shelley's, Frankenstein, has multiple framed narratives in it. Neil Gaiman's used it in parts of Sandman. But we're getting away from the South Asian history/roots.

Qissa | Kisse | Kissa (NOTE: This is not solely an Indian origin, but a fusion that comes out of Islamic/Persian heritage that developed a different localized form to Punjabi and Bangladeshi people once introduced and changed for them through migration). The word Qissa is Arabic for epic legend or folk tale. It's regularly common in Indo-Aryan languages like Punjabi, Hindi, Urdu, so on.

You can also translate it as: interesting story (which is a whole own genre - something that has led me to butting some heads with people in the biz when I explain YOU DO NOT NEED TO HAVE A STANDARD PLOT STRUCTURE FROM THE WEST. SCREAMS. :Jabs at one piece, an epic adventure fiction with a numinous goal still in the distance after 20 years, but strung together with tightly woven character driven and location arcs - it quite literally follows the history of great, grand, ADVENTURE fiction, promising more than anything, a great adventure story in pursuit of a goal. The end).

Anyways, I digress.

Punjabi Qisse/Kisse focuses on stories of love, passion, betrayal, and sometimes a common man's revolt against a larger system. Stories of friendship, loyalty, love. These are usually sung and performed. Poetry forms of this are VERY common (through all the mentioned cultures above, not just Punjabi). The Bengali style is similar (as obvy both evolved out of the Arabic tradition), just focusing more on Bengali culture and stories. They are all UTTERLY beautiful.

If you've read Tales of Tremaine (and wait for book two) you will catch these themes and notes as well.

It's almost like that series is trying to smash and share every freaking kind of storytelling technique and tradition I can from along the silk road because...there isn't one of those (golden road) in the book. Oh, wait. :blinks:

Kavya: This is a particular style of utterly beautiful poetry performed by court poets. It's a blend of prose and poetry focusing specifically on the flowery/hyperbolic uses of figures of speech, metaphors, and similes.

Sometimes you'll have pieces flowing through normalized prose and poetry in and out. That is NOT required in that specific way. It's just something that happens/can be done.

There is a very specific intentional use of that in the chapter, Brahm, in The First Binding, in where there is a creation/cosmogony story, performed in normalized prose, rhyming couplets and quatrains, with a mini section in verse.

That section is not actually Kavya, just inspired, as it is not a court epic, more drawing from the other requirement of a "short" lyrical work with those aspects I mentioned above.

There is Bhakti poetry: a specific poetic tradition from the 6th century focusing on celebrating the love and devotion for Hindu gods - showing one's mystical devotion to a god. It's devotional and religious, also focusing on condemning evils, promoting egalitarian values, transcending ideas of caste, gender, and restrictions. It hinges upon message of love.

Dastan: Is an Urdu storytelling tradition focused on epic tales of adventure, romance, chivalry (note, not only pakistani/urdu, other islamic cultures use this style). It is performed both orally and in written format.

This whole thread is JUST A PRIMER.

If you are interested, please take the time to go do a proper deep dive.

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mypanditastrologer · 2 months

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#Goddess Skandamata #Skandamata #rituals #katha #mantra

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jjsanguine · 1 year

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Bam: how do I know you're the real Phob?

Triphob: Bam.

Triphob: let's give us a shot.

Katha, who has made his relationship drama everyone's problem for literally hundreds of years: *awkward coughing and conspicuous aversion of eyes*

#i haven't seen the rest of the episode yet but i feel like this is going to be the last bit of comedy for a while #midnight museum #bam #triphob #katha

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bhaktibharat · 4 months

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🐚 सफला एकादशी व्रत कथा - Saphala Ekadashi Vrat Katha

धर्मराज युधिष्ठिर कहने लगे कि हे जनार्दन! मैंने मार्गशीर्ष शुक्ल एकादशी अर्थात मोक्षदा एकादशी का सविस्तार वर्णन सुना। अब आप कृपा करके मुझे पौष माह के कृष्ण पक्ष की एकादशी के विषय में भी बतलाइये। इस एकादशी का क्या नाम है तथा इसके व्रत का क्या विधान है? इसकी विधि क्या है? इसका व्रत करने से किस फल की प्राप्ति होती है? कृपया यह सब विधानपूर्वक कहिए…

..सफला एकादशी व्रत कथा को पूरा पढ़ने के लिए नीचे दिए लिंक पर क्लिक करें 👇🏻 📲 https://www.bhaktibharat.com/katha/saphala-ekadashi-vrat-katha YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hOeogrClVgs

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#Saphala #SaphalaEkadashi #Ekadashi #EkadashiVratKatha #VratKatha #Vishnu #ShriHari #iskcon #PaushaKrishnaEkadashi #PaushaKrishna #Pausha #iskconEent #Haribol #HareKrishna #Katha

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rsmrymnt-tea · 2 years

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Remembered that I have this sitting in my drafts and figured I should make the most of my writing mood by finishing this thing that’s inspired by that chat where he loses his fountain pen and asks MC where it is. More pointless DolaSatan fluff basically shdjsbdba

Notes: established relationship. Just some fluff, OC uses she/her. Satan plays a small prank for Dola’s wellbeing. Kinda goes on for too long because I sort of just followed them until they went to sleep ahdjshs

Dola works too much and Satan wants her to rest.

It was late—much too late for most to be awake. The moon shone brightly in the night sky, its rays streaming into Dolasach’s workshop. Though its light was drowned out by the artificial day illuminating the room.

The sound of pen to paper, steel nib scratching through the tooth. Pages being flipped, calculations being made, and the occasional quiet thud of a book being closed and set down.

It was late at night and Dolasach was still in the midst of her research, still chipping away at her project despite having already changed into her sleep clothes. Numerous books all gently bobbing mid-air surrounded her, and from time to time she'd switch out some of the ones in front of her with the others. She sighed upon reaching the end of the passage she was reading and reached for her mug, only find it empty.

But she didn't linger on the thought despite her tired mind telling her that she needed a way to stay awake. As much as she needed the caffeine, she couldn't leave her work. Her momentum was too good.

So she set the mug back in its place and resumed working, immersing herself in her many notes and annotations, navigating through references with precise familiarity. She was tired, sure, but it wasn’t too bad yet, Dola told herself. She could still work through it, maybe later she find a good point to stop so she could go make herself some coffee.

She was so immersed that she didn't hear the voice softly calling to her from the door to her workshop. She didn't notice that the voice called out to her again, or the footsteps of its speaker coming closer towards her.

It was only when warmth wrapped around her waist from behind, and the scent of fresh linen and minty shampoo filled her senses that she finally broke out of her trance.

Dola smiled, her smile growing wider as she felt warm lips press against her cheek.

"Good evening, my love," she greeted him softly, though she still didn't take her eyes off her work.

"Good evening, my heart," Satan greeted back, just as soft.

"And what brings you to my workshop so late at night?" she asked, gentle. She’d expected him to be busy with another book tonight, or perhaps asleep with said book left open on his chest.

"You,” he simply answered. Satan chuckled despite not being able to see Dola roll her eyes.

"Cute." She finally tore her eyes away from her notes to plant a kiss on his cheek. She could feel him smiling.

"Now you've got your kiss. What do you really need from me?”

Satan laughed, his chest rumbling against her back. "Alright, you got me. My fountain pen. I can't find it."

"Again?" Dola pulled out of his embrace to get a better look at him. Her brows furrowed slightly. "Surely it's just at your desk? It's always just there each time we look."

"I thought so too, but I couldn't find it," he admitted, smiling a bit sheepishly at her deepening furrow. "I was hoping it somehow ended up here at your desk, but it seems like it isn't here."

Dola set her pen down, and as she did the books floating all around her set themselves neatly onto her desk, still open.

"Satan, if it's at your desk again—"

"I know, it'll be the third time this week. But it seems to always show itself when you're the one looking."

He let go of her to trail after her as she headed to his study, which was honestly just the half of her workshop that had been converted into a mini-library when he moved in. Satan had said something about finding peace in being in the same room as her, and also finding some reassurance that if something happened, he'd be right there to help her.

Once at the desk, it took no time at all for Dola to spot his fountain pen, quickly picking it out from his pen stand and handing it over to him. She raised a brow at him in disbelief.

"Satan, it was right there."

He accepted his pen with a smile—one that somehow seemed a little too mischievous for the little mishap.

"Sorry, I just needed an excuse to get you away from your work."

"Wha—"

And with a quick, smooth motion, Satan swept Dola off her feet and began carrying her bridal-style towards their room at a brisk pace. On reflex, she clung to him, even while she shot him a glare.

"Satan! Put me down, I need to get back to work!"

If she'd had any real intention in her tone, he would've, but there wasn’t enough for their pact to recognize that as a command.

"No you don't," he countered, now furrowing his own brow at her. "You've been chipping away at developing that spell all week, it’s time I stop you from pulling yet another all nighter.”

"But it's important," she insisted. She tried to wiggle out of Satan's arms, but he only held onto her tighter.

"Is it for the Sorcerer's Society?" he asked, quirking a brow at her.

Dola paused. "No."

"For Solomon?" Satan felt her arms tighten around him as he climbed up the stairs.

"No."

"For Lord Diavolo?"

"... No."

"Then it can wait until morning," he said, final in his tone. Dola sighed—well, she was tired. But maybe…

“Would you at least let me put everything away?”

“I’m not falling for that again,” he told her, making her pout up at him. He looked down with a smirk. “And if you tell me there’s something volatile down there, I had a good look at your setup. Everything can sit there on your desk until the morning.”

Dola sighed again in defeat, finally resigning herself to her fate. She rested her head against his chest and found herself relaxing as the silence settled around them, the sound being his footsteps as he neared their bedroom, and the slow beat of a demonic heart. Slowly, her exhaustion caught up to her. Eyelids growing heavy, the aches from sitting for so long making themselves known.

His warmth was so comforting, so different from what just wearing one of his sweaters all day offered. She couldn’t deny that it did feel like it had been some time since she’d last spent more than a few minutes in his arms.

Okay. Maybe she did want to rest after all.

He gently set her down on the bed and took her slippers off for her. He kicked his own off before getting into bed himself. To his surprise, Dola wasted no time in curling up next to him.

“I thought I’d have to put in a bit more effort convincing you to cuddle,” he teased.

“I’m tired, leave me alone,” she said. Her cheek was smooshed against his bicep, an arm slung over his middle.

“Oh?” Satan rolled onto his side to face her better, his free hand tucking a loose lock of her behind her ear. “Just a few minutes in my arms and suddenly you’re acting all cute?”

Dola rolled her eyes but didn’t hold back her smile. “Yeah, yeah, you got me. Turns out I missed you too.”

He chuckled and leaned in close to peck her on the lips. “Good. I’d be rather sad if you didn’t.”

She kissed him back, letting herself savor the feeling. Satan deepened the kiss, but didn’t bring it any further than that. Not when it seemed like she was beginning to drift off in the middle of them making out.

He smiled fondly at how her eyes stayed closed after she pulled away. Careful not to jostle her, he brought the covers higher over them both.

“Good night, my heart,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to forehead. Her incomprehensible whispered response was enough of a bid goodnight for him, and soon he too drifted off to a deep slumber.

#dolasach #flos ira #obey me oc #katha #ahdjdhsjs can you tell i had no idea how to end this sjdjshd just got more senseless the more it went on #just let them be and well *gestures*#anyway anyway its done ahdjshsja i really just wanted to write the first half of this lmaooo #soooo self indulgent #feel like it only seems right that this comes after the one where hes sleepy clingy hehe

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