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eurovision-revisited · 10 months
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1996 Oslo - Number 18 - Kadri Hunt - "Me rõõm ei kao"
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Eurolaul 1996 was deeply weird. It was held in Tallinn in Club Decolté (which still exists) and it seems several of the artists found difficulty in either finding it or getting there. I don't know if something political was brewing or if there was just very bad weather. It did occur on January 27th so that latter option is a very real possibility.
One person who managed to appear on stage was Kadri Hunt in her only attempt to qualify for Eurovision. She's no stranger to performing have been singing since childhood first appearing on an LP at the age of 7. Her metier is more traditional music, as well as more early classical and choral works.
Me rõõm ei kao (We will not lose joy) relies on the strength of Kadri's voice backed by choral voices. Yes, there's an electric guitar that turns up for a solo, but otherwise, this is a showcase for a sung, motivational hymn that appears to take the audience as a whole to another place entirely. Their response seems to take a while to kick in, but mostly because they are absolutely taken aback. It is otherworldly entire and you can see why it finished on exactly the same number of points as the winner - all given by an international jury.
I can't find out what the tie-breaker was, but Kadri didn't get any maximums while the winner received one - so I'd imagine that the only thing separating Kadri from a place in Oslo was 10 points from the Finnish judge. I think if she had made it, she would have done well. The winner finished 5th at Eurovision after all, and this sort of quality always does well.
Since 1996 and her appearance at Club Decolté, Kadri has continued making music and is still singing as well as conducting early music and choral works. She has been part of several groups and ensembles most notably Vox Clamantis, themselves founded in 1996.
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agapi-kalyptei · 1 year
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It's very exciting, but also somewhat confusing to see a new sample library made with Estonian musicians, Salu, given that I see some of them almost every week on stage, and went drinking with another few.
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i mean look at them
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tejedac · 5 months
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The suspended harp of Babel · https://spoti.fi/3d8ja01
Vox Clamantis & Jan-Eike Tulve (conductor) Anna-Liisa Eller (Kannel), Angela y Marco Ambrosini (Nyckelharpa)
ECM 2620 * Lp info
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camfoc · 2 days
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La Cesarina ! Demiurgo tra Piacere e Homo edens. Περὶ Ὕψους !
Difficile immaginare oggi cosa dovevano essere gli anni Cinquanta a Bologna. Impossibile provare di nuovo quella voracità gioiosa che traghettava gli italiani dalla fame della guerra verso l'unico vero boom economico mai avveratosi in Italia. Tortellini alla panna... lo schiaffo apotropaico alla miseria. La sfoglia si tirava con la canèla, e la panna non pastorizzata aveva corpo, profumi e batteri ormai assenti nel malinconico centrifugato di adesso. Attorno a me vedo la desolazione dei foodies mediatici, inconsapevoli di non saper fare un'omelette coi "riccioli" alle estremità, farisei modaioli che hanno bisogno di piatti rococò per entusiasmarsi. Sono sempre meno le oasi nel deserto, quei mitrei nascosti in cui celebrare il mistero del cibo che, gustato, diventa prima σοφία e infine γνῶσις. Mi sento vecchio: ego vox clamantis in deserto.
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crazy-so-na-sega · 1 month
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Non v’è alcuna speranza di superare questa situazione di stallo che gli idioti del pensiero sanno solo moltiplicare, aveva ragione il liberalismo, non c’è alternativa perché non esiste una volontà reale di crearla né una capacità di elaborazione che voglia andare oltre il coccoloso dejà vu.
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black-metal-artists · 11 months
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Vox Clamantis - Zoh - Return to Solitude (Split: 2020)
Atmospheric Black Metal From The United States.
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lily-yvonne · 1 year
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LA VÉRITÉ - ENSEIGNEMENT N°7 de Fr. ELYÔN
Cette vidéo concerne le septième Enseignement que j'ai prodigué à tous les membres de l'Association O.C.S.C. le 30 avril 2016 et qui avait été enregistré en audio. J'ai souhaité le monter en vidéo avec des images correspondantes aux sujets traités. C'est un Enseignement exceptionnel, puisque, dans cette vidéo de 1 h 41, votre serviteur traite de différents sujets, mais surtout apporte de grandes Révélations que peu de personnes connaissent, si ce n'est quelques rares initiés. Forcément, puisque, en tant que Elie réincarné ici-bas, mais aussi Adama, par la Grâce de Dieu, j'ai reçu de nombreuses Connaissances qui ne sont pas forcément compatibles avec les apprentissages républicains, puisque ceux-ci n'ont qu'un objectif : celui de détruire l'humanité, mais surtout les âmes ! Bon visionnage et bon écoute.
Merci de votre attention et que Dieu vous garde.
En union de Prière en ces temps de confusion.
Amitié et Fraternité dans le Sacré-Cœur de Jésus et le Cœur Immaculé de Marie.
AMOR PAX LUX VERITAS VOX CLAMANTIS IN DESERTO
+Frère ELYÔN
LE SITE SACRÉ : http://www.prophete-du-sacre-coeur.com/
La Chaîne de F.E. sur Odysee : https://odysee.com/@Frère-Elyôn:0?view=content
La Chaîne Youtube de F.E. : https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYX3DMJ6JMaEb1vQgJM2jUg
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phantom-ellie · 1 year
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Temet Nosce Chapter 7: Exsanguinated
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Ed has managed to move Stede about a foot. Slowly, as if sleepwalking. Non progredi est regredi.
“I’m sorry I didn’t go looking for you that night. I should have found you. I should have talked to you. I should have asked you, anything. Just asked. I should have asked.”
With each apology they take a step towards the couch, together, miserere nobis.
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When you kill, you die as well.
Stede wonders if Jim feels this too, this death. Jim, hiding behind knives, behind a large hat, behind a fake nose, behind anger. Semper ardens, semper instans.
Breathe out.
It took Stede’s first kill to begin to feel. His second snuffed that feeling right out, left it on the jungle floor among bits of skull and his own bare, terrified footprints. Will a third kill bring it back? Will a third kill bring Stede back?
Well it’s not that much more dramatic than running off to become a pirate, is it?
Maybe he can summon it back by sheer force of will. He can cup his hands together and softly open them to reveal a yellow butterfly, creatio ex nihilo, and maybe it isn’t yellow due to cowardice, not this time, but yellow like sunshine, like the robe that kept Ed safe in the bathtub.
You’d save me a seat, wouldn’t you?
Maybe. If you weren’t being a dick.
Stede needs a cleansing, a revitalization, a renewal.
Breathe in.
No pets. They befoul the ship.
No. Not if he has a bathtub on board. Stede can be good. He can be worthy. Maybe even adequate. Just let him aboard.
After all...
It’s his boat!
It’s Stede’s fucking boat!
He’s back on the ship, nerve endings screaming and expanding to its very edges, vox clamantis in deserto, it’s his boat and the kraken can’t touch him here.
The kraken has no right to tell him what to do. To tell him he isn’t a person. What kind of a person is a kraken, anyway? It isn’t. It isn’t a person at all. And maybe quem deus vult perdere, dementat prius, maybe, but what can be destroyed can be remade again. Right? Ed, are you even listening?
Breathe out, with just a little more gusto.
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“I’m sorry about Calico Jack… and marooning the crew…”
Closer, and closer still. One step at a time.
“And the boy, he didn’t do anything wrong, I hurt him to hurt you, to hurt myself, I’m so sorry Stede.”
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We’re breathing in, we’re breathing out, we’re having fun with it.
Stede is climbing the mainmast. His hand shields his eyes from the sun. Heroic, dashing, not at all corpselike.
Everyone’s had a go at killing me but me. I’d like a shot.
Ed was wrong. Brave, wonderful, but simply incorrect. Ed is not the kraken. He’s just fine. It’s been Stede all along fouling everything up. But if there’s anything Stede knows about himself, it’s that he’s weak. He can be defeated. And that's the good news.
Our life feels monotonous to you?
No, no it doesn’t, does it?
Here’s the adventure! Stede dramatically points his sword at the horizon, The tendrils rise from the water. Poisonous, menacing, but polite enough to threaten ahead of time. That’s this kraken’s brand, after all.
Our old lives will be gone, dead. Never were.
This is what Stede dreamed of. He’s left it all behind, his life, his sanity. The ocean expands on all sides of his home, his shelter. The kraken speaks. Hic sunt dracones, it sneers. But Stede knows that there is no point, its threats are surdo oppedere.
The tendrils lurch towards him, poking at him, toying at him, before one shoots out and wraps around his torso. Constricting, trying to remove every last bit of oxygen, only this is a dream so Stede can still breathe, always breathe, and he’s smiling about that when the Kraken plucks him from the mainmast, from his shelter, and threatens to crack him up on the rocks.
Muse, why have you forsaken me?
And actually, no, he can’t breathe. He hasn’t taken a breath in or out in a while, or maybe he’s taken too many. His head is spinning. He thinks it’s done. Maybe. This is it. In articulo mortis. The smothering.
There there, Baby Bonnet. Feels better, doesn’t it?
No, fuck off. His arms are pinned to his sides, but he can reach his pocket. He can wrap his fingers around it, this ugly half of a petrified orange, and he remembers what Ed revealed to him. What Jim returned to him. What Alma shared with him. And Stede is being pulled towards the black, gaping maw, nolens volens, but the orange in his hand is burning like lava. It burns so hot, like a ball of molten fire, charring the sides of the tendril that grasps him.
And it catches fire. The tendril lights up, even brighter than the horizon. Its grasp is released, and Stede goes careening towards the dark of the Kraken’s mouth, but he has his sword at the ready, and it’s time to end this beast forever.
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Ed can hear Stede’s breathing, rapid, energized.
“You’re a person Stede, you’re my person. Don’t go anywhere else, don’t leave me. Please.”
They’re so close. They’re there. Ed lowers Stede onto the couch and sits at his right side.
“It’s okay. Wake up.”
Two Acts of Grace, please.
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Stede wished Ed could see him now (because esse est percipi, and he’s ready to be), diving into the belly of the kraken, sword grasped in his right hand, a molten beacon of fire in his left.
Vae, puto deus fio.
Stede lands on its tongue, giant and sticky, crimson red, and everything is red. It’s a red vibe in here.
Stede isn’t an expert on kraken anatomy, and he doesn’t have time to read about it, and at any rate the books are gone. But he’s ready for the end. Maybe it’s true that when you kill, you die as well. But maybe it can also lead to a rebirth? Renaissance.
We have to try, don’t we?
Stede hears it before he sees it, the creaking and groaning, and he looks behind his shoulders to see his home, his great Revenge, joining his side. It’s all been swallowed. It will have its vengeance.
Yield or die.
I choose…
He reaches for the rope ladder. He’s good at climbing ladders now. He has skills. He has flesh. He does.
Everything turns over, they’re moving towards the gaping hole at the back of the throat, and he holds onto that ladder for dear life.
And as Stede slides down the esophagus, holding his ship as much as the ship is holding him, he can’t help but peer up at the flag. The new flag, Blackbeard’s flag. Ed’s spear pointed at a heart, a red heart. Whose heart is it?
They land somewhere in the stomach, acid and yellow bile nipping at the heels of Stede’s boots. And he can almost hear the heartbeat, now.
Wait.
He can literally hear it, the heartbeat. It’s loud. It’s coming from the flag. What does it mean? He climbs the ladder. He navigates towards the flag mast as the ship buckles in the depths of the enemy. Fluctuat nec mergitur.
Now he’s climbing the mast. It’s a dream, and it’s easy in his dream. No problem. He has the strength, he has the fortitude. He’s reaching for it. And as the ship buckles the flag moves aside and now he sees as well as hears. The inner lining of the stomach, pulsating. Beating. It’s the heart. Stede smiles.
This is how you die.
He’s at the top of the flag pole. He’s grasping his petrified and molten lighthouse beacon. He’s launching it at the thumping, and it just explodes, a rain of fire. Fire and blood. It drenches everything in soft sheets of red. And it’s comfortable. It’s warm, it’s safe, this blood. It feels smooth. Like he could sleep in it forever.
At least, if the body wasn’t rejecting him now. He’s pulled back up through the tunnel of the kraken, through the mouth, barely missing the teeth. He finds himself violently spewed into the air, and now he's miles away.
Luctor et emergo
And he can see his house in Barbados, his wife and children, and he can see his Revenge, and he can see his love standing on the deck, arms open wide. The sea is crimson now as well, waves moving in a silky motion, as if it could catch him in perfect security and hold him while he rebuilds himself. Which he can do. Which he is doing. He gladly points himself in freefall towards this ocean of fabric, and just as he should hit it full-force and be smothered, he finally wakes up.
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There. Ed feels a hand against his cheek. Stede is looking him in the eyes, sad, so tired, but not angry, not accusing. He looks as if all the blood has been drained from him, like he’ll turn to dust and blow away.
Instead, Stede moves his hand behind Ed’s head and gently presses their foreheads together. Eyes closed. In salvo, in spe, ad infinitum.
Ed feels something brush his arm. He looks down, intus et in cute. It is his mother's crimson silk handkerchief, pressed from Stede’s hand to his. He doesn’t know where it came from, but it’s there, as if it never left. Ed begins to cry.
Donatio mortis causa.
Finally, after everything, the spell might be broken.
“Ed. Edward. My love.”
“Yeah, what is it, man?” Ed breaks into a smile through the tears.
“I think… I want you to kiss me.” Stede mumbles. He mumbles it with a smile. That smile is Ed’s new favorite thing.
And with that consent, he does what is asked. Ed is no prince, but Stede is no princess. They are so broken, so tired. But they are men, and men can heal. They are humans, and humans can love. They are hostis humani generis, and they can sail free.
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Ed opens his eyes at the sound of movement in the corner. The door to the auxiliary wardrobe slides open and there is Lucius, peeking around the corner, the edge of his mouth upturned with a small smile.
“Don’t wake him up,” Ed mouths barely a whisper from the couch. Stede’s head is resting on his shoulder, eyes closed, lights out, a bit of drool running down the side of his mouth.
Lucius creeps closer. He still has the red journal tucked under his right arm. He looks down at Stede like one looks down at a sleeping puppy who is having a dream… or maybe even a human being who one is very fond of.
“He looks… peaceful,” Lucius whispers with a hint of suggestion.
Ed leans his head over to the left to lay it on top of Stede’s. He never wants to leave this spot. But in Lucius’s presence he feels extra… pathetic.
“I’m… I’m sorry for what I did to you Lucius,” he mumbles.
“Sorry for what, exactly? Say it out loud at least.”
Ed raises his voice above a whisper. “I’m sorry I threw you overboard. You were a good friend. You didn’t deserve it. I’m sorry.”
“Ssh!” Lucius scolds with a smile. “Don’t wake him up. He looks like shit.”
And with that Lucius sits down on the couch, on the other side of Stede, who doesn’t seem even close to stirring. He gives Stede’s left knee a light affectionate pat and his eyes are drawn to the clasped hands of his co-captains, the darker hand over the lighter one, thumb moving to and fro to calm the shaking that was no longer there.
Lucius gives a happy sigh. He is in a forgiving mood. He sees better days ahead. And with that he pulls out Stede’s journal, shoots another fond look at those loving clasped hands, purses his lips, and begins to sketch.
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jakez19 · 8 days
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Vox clamantis in deserto - Perles de Culture n°402 - TVL
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leeralph · 1 month
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https://humanevents.com/2024/02/20/vox-clamantis-engorons-decision-was-medieval-persecution-not-justice
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bludichartres · 3 months
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E tu chi saresti?
Vox clamantis in deserto [cit.]
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ilsimplicissimusblog · 5 months
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Indagini penali contro il capo dell'Oms
Finalmente qualcosa di nuovo: il famigerato direttore generale dell’Oms Tedros Adnahom Ghebreyesus è stato a  accusato di attività illegali come membro del governo nel suo paese d’origine, ovvero l’Etiopia. Sulla ambigua figura di Ghebreyesus questo blog – vox clamantis in deserto – ha più volte sottolineato che possiede una laurea in biologia  puramente figurativa, acquisita in un istituto…
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turitolive · 9 months
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Dartmouth College and their admission requirements 
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Dartmouth College is a private Ivy League research university located in Hanover, New Hampshire. It was founded in 1769, making it one of the oldest colleges in America. Its motto, "Vox clamantis in deserto," means "a voice crying out in the wilderness." Dartmouth College has a long history of providing a rigorous education for its students while also promoting an intense sense of community. 
One of the unique features of Dartmouth College is its undergraduate focus. The college is primarily an undergraduate institution, meaning that teaching is a priority over research. This approach has allowed students to receive a high-quality education with a personalized touch. Despite this focus, Dartmouth College boasts a strong research reputation, with a wide range of programs and departments dedicated to addressing some of the world's most pressing issues. 
Dartmouth acceptance rate 
Dartmouth is a highly selective Ivy League institution, known for its rigorous academic standards and competitive admissions process. According to the college website, the acceptance rate for the year 2022 was 6.2%. It is important to note that acceptance rates can vary from year to year. Admissions decisions are based on numerous factors, including academic achievements, standardized test scores, extracurricular involvement, essays, recommendations, and more.  
Admission requirements 
Academic Transcripts: Applicants are typically required to submit official high school transcripts, including grades and courses taken. Dartmouth College looks for applicants who have pursued a challenging and rigorous high school curriculum. 
Standardized Tests: Dartmouth College accepts both the SAT and ACT, and applicants are required to submit scores from one of these exams. It is important to note that Dartmouth is test-optional for the Class of 2026 and beyond, meaning that submitting test scores is not required but can still be submitted if desired. 
Letters of Recommendation: Applicants are usually asked to submit letters of recommendation from teachers or other individuals who can speak to their academic abilities, personal qualities, and potential for success at the college level. 
Essays: Dartmouth requires applicants to submit essays as part of their application. These essays provide an opportunity for applicants to highlight their writing skills, subjective experiences, and motivations for attending Dartmouth. 
Extracurricular Involvement: Dartmouth College values applicants who have demonstrated involvement and leadership in extracurricular activities, such as clubs, sports, community service, and other pursuits. 
Interview (optional): While interviews are not required, Dartmouth offers optional interviews for applicants who wish to further demonstrate their interest in and knowledge of the college. 
It is important to keep in mind that meeting these basic requirements does not guarantee admission to Dartmouth College, as the institution follows a holistic admissions process. Admissions decisions consider a range of factors, including academic achievements, personal qualities, essays, letters of recommendation, and more. 
SAT, ACT and GPA scores 
According to studies, the average SAT score for accepted students at Dartmouth College is 1500. The middle 50% of the ACT score ranges from 32 to 35. The typical grade point average at Dartmouth college is 3.9 on a scale of 4. You need to score all A’s in high school to get this level of GPA. 
Overall, Dartmouth College provides a unique and well-rounded college experience for students who want to be challenged academically while also being a part of a thriving community. 
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leanstooneside · 9 months
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This card represents a young man or woman with a fiery, enthusiastic demeanor, likely born a Cancer, Leo, or Virgo, who wants to start a new relationship with you
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3. burial bloom of the Hesperides
4. burial truth The Son of the Unnamed
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7. burial fragrant flowers; Yours
8. burial Rise
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10. burial When the world
11. burial ere the sound
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15. burial VOX CLAMANTIS
16. burial river Rhine
17. burial tower
18. burial Irresolute
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20. burial Sea
21. burial Nor sentry's
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25. burial villages; Let
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27. burial Weareth the leaden hue
28. burial shield
29. burial backward
30. burial unto the wine
31. burial present
32. burial hour
33. burial summits
34. burial clouds
35. burial thee aloft by the hair Of thy
36. burial INSCRIPTION
37. burial winds
38. burial earth
39. burial As
40. burial thy youth
41. burial Were
42. burial life
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thedimpause · 10 months
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♫ My Top 5 #lastfm artists: Lankum (12), Dudu Tassa & Jonny Greenwood (6), Vox Clamantis & Jaan-Eik Tulve (6), Radiohead (4) & Roger Waters (4) from the no longer functioning @tweeklyfm 😔
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landrysg · 10 months
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Music for a Sunday morning: Olivier Messiaen (1908-1992), O sacrum convivium (1937)
Performed by Vox Clamantis
Via The Hammock Papers
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