<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264824151315936022</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:42:06.367-08:00</updated><category term='house'/><category term='http://community.webshots.com/user/gg4you4170'/><category term='grainbin'/><category term='bin'/><category term='addition'/><category term='renovation'/><category term='farm'/><category term='crazy people'/><category term='silo'/><title type='text'>Vicki's Vision</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickisvision.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264824151315936022/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickisvision.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10682554498111995686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J4sCQ2H94A0/SU_S5PnOmJI/AAAAAAAAAkk/vbDN0xR9v1Y/S220/me+blue.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264824151315936022.post-5126865390288859301</id><published>2008-06-10T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:49:53.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renovation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://community.webshots.com/user/gg4you4170'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grainbin'/><title type='text'>Nothing in order!</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends and Readers, Sorry to say you'll have to visit my picture page if you want to see pictures of my grain bin addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J4sCQ2H94A0/SE6MW9zS44I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/n2arjjndq1I/s1600-h/imagce007+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210256145088963458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J4sCQ2H94A0/SE6MW9zS44I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/n2arjjndq1I/s400/imagce007+(6).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (no this is not me, it's my husband being silly in his Halloween mask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_J4sCQ2H94A0/SE6KTc_yZ6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/_mL4R4ZEq1M/s1600-h/2644042050089979042.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264824151315936022-5126865390288859301?l=vickisvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickisvision.blogspot.com/feeds/5126865390288859301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264824151315936022&amp;postID=5126865390288859301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264824151315936022/posts/default/5126865390288859301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264824151315936022/posts/default/5126865390288859301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickisvision.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothing-in-order.html' title='Nothing in order!'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10682554498111995686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J4sCQ2H94A0/SU_S5PnOmJI/AAAAAAAAAkk/vbDN0xR9v1Y/S220/me+blue.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J4sCQ2H94A0/SE6MW9zS44I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/n2arjjndq1I/s72-c/imagce007+(6).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264824151315936022.post-8672938094026666047</id><published>2008-06-06T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:51:01.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just sharing some outside pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J4sCQ2H94A0/SEl7zJ2Ja5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/5msxlu-gVQ8/s1600-h/2039981090089979042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208830562777262994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J4sCQ2H94A0/SEl7zJ2Ja5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/5msxlu-gVQ8/s320/2039981090089979042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My goats out my foyer window. In the front pasture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J4sCQ2H94A0/SEl7zSuIv-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/os_cFaG54x8/s1600-h/2364003650089979042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208830565159583714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J4sCQ2H94A0/SEl7zSuIv-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/os_cFaG54x8/s320/2364003650089979042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From Easy Road! Long lane huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J4sCQ2H94A0/SEl7z7rG36I/AAAAAAAAAH4/DabSssuPWcU/s1600-h/2628291450089979042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208830576152731554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J4sCQ2H94A0/SEl7z7rG36I/AAAAAAAAAH4/DabSssuPWcU/s320/2628291450089979042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wrote a poem about the rock at the end of our lane. I'll look it up and post it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264824151315936022-8672938094026666047?l=vickisvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickisvision.blogspot.com/feeds/8672938094026666047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264824151315936022&amp;postID=8672938094026666047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264824151315936022/posts/default/8672938094026666047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264824151315936022/posts/default/8672938094026666047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickisvision.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-sharing-some-outside-pictures.html' title='Just sharing some outside pictures'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10682554498111995686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J4sCQ2H94A0/SU_S5PnOmJI/AAAAAAAAAkk/vbDN0xR9v1Y/S220/me+blue.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J4sCQ2H94A0/SEl7zJ2Ja5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/5msxlu-gVQ8/s72-c/2039981090089979042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264824151315936022.post-4213971934628456778</id><published>2008-05-02T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:44:05.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renovation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://community.webshots.com/user/gg4you4170'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grainbin'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't forget there are plenty more pictures at: &lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/gg4you4170"&gt;http://community.webshots.com/user/gg4you4170&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264824151315936022-4213971934628456778?l=vickisvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickisvision.blogspot.com/feeds/4213971934628456778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264824151315936022&amp;postID=4213971934628456778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264824151315936022/posts/default/4213971934628456778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264824151315936022/posts/default/4213971934628456778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickisvision.blogspot.com/2008/05/after-foyer-walls-were-put-in-place.html' title=''/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10682554498111995686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J4sCQ2H94A0/SU_S5PnOmJI/AAAAAAAAAkk/vbDN0xR9v1Y/S220/me+blue.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264824151315936022.post-3391770458103837081</id><published>2008-03-26T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:00:06.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why oh why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J4sCQ2H94A0/SK3XR6A7PRI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Sx2etKwGfU8/s1600-h/2324621550089979042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237078644332641554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J4sCQ2H94A0/SK3XR6A7PRI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Sx2etKwGfU8/s400/2324621550089979042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J4sCQ2H94A0/SK3W0VrpMrI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oattc8Id_cw/s1600-h/81808+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've looked out my door on several occasions and have never seen anything to exciting however, on this very special morning, this is what I saw. I do believe it's a sign that's saying... "Go ahead, follow your dreams, I'm here to help you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Tom and I. We are both from a little midwest town in Illinois. Since we are both 50 now, I figure it's ok to talk about our past because our past was a long, long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to high school together. Graduated in 1976. I got married (nope not to him) and he got married (nope not to me) but we both got married and went our seperate ways in 1976.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://links.pictures.aol.com/pic/7460LdcVfUm4FOWH9assZ-BGPUOuJy*7LVUt_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://links.pictures.aol.com/pic/7460LdcVfUm4FOWH9assZ-BGPUOuJy*7LVUt_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://links.pictures.aol.com/pic/7460LdcVfUm4FOWH9assZ-BGPUOuJy*7LVUt_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A few years later and a few ex-spouses later we met once again at a gas station. I jumped in line in front of him when we were checking out. Of course, I had a reason... I wanted to be outside waiting for him when he got done. And, I was. I was waiting and he walked right up to me and we started talking. A few minutes later we parted and I knew, one day we'd be together. That was 19 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next picture is one of the first pictures I took of the little house we now call home. If you think I missed half the house in the picture, rest assured, there's not much missing. There is a door into the back porch and that's all you can't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, after studying this picture, I've decided we had actually "done" several things to the house at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Took off the old back porch.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hung an actual door instead of the "thing" that was hanging there.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pulled some more siding off the house and put on some new siding.&lt;br /&gt;4. Added the "pretend roof" and layed ondura on the roof, to hopefully keep the roof from leaking.&lt;br /&gt;5. Put a TV antenna on the roof and got dish TV.&lt;br /&gt;6. Covered the basement entry with a tarp.&lt;br /&gt;7. Added some rain gutter hoping to stop the leak in the roof.&lt;br /&gt;8. Changed the window from a single little window to a double window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://links.pictures.aol.com/pic/ce80otgZ7QWIGtduZchG*ONe1NEqC*ZtM22N_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://links.pictures.aol.com/pic/ce80otgZ7QWIGtduZchG*ONe1NEqC*ZtM22N_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first drove up the lane to look at the house it barely looked like a house. This picture is after we put the new back porch on the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://links.pictures.aol.com/pic/0fc0oTCakoPByrq4E93jm7xNd8nWIjlJEkxG_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://links.pictures.aol.com/pic/0fc0oTCakoPByrq4E93jm7xNd8nWIjlJEkxG_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow us on our journey to complete one of the craziest things you've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;One more thing.&lt;br /&gt;I love my farm so much. It makes me happy. It holds every dream I've had for a long time. I've lived on this road, Easy Road for 7 years. I travel down this "Easy Road" at least 4 times a day and every time I turn off of Route 26 onto Easy Road I say, "I live on this road!" I am still pleased I live on Easy Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://links.pictures.aol.com/pic/ce80otgZ7QWIGtduZchG*ONe1NEqC*ZtM22N_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264824151315936022-3391770458103837081?l=vickisvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickisvision.blogspot.com/feeds/3391770458103837081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264824151315936022&amp;postID=3391770458103837081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264824151315936022/posts/default/3391770458103837081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264824151315936022/posts/default/3391770458103837081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickisvision.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-oh-why.html' title='Why oh why?'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10682554498111995686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J4sCQ2H94A0/SU_S5PnOmJI/AAAAAAAAAkk/vbDN0xR9v1Y/S220/me+blue.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J4sCQ2H94A0/SK3XR6A7PRI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Sx2etKwGfU8/s72-c/2324621550089979042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264824151315936022.post-8174745060149414343</id><published>2008-03-21T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:27:22.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some special things about me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J4sCQ2H94A0/R-PvSKk3ZjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYa_Q1OCRTk/s1600-h/Snapshot+of+me+4.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180247091761866290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J4sCQ2H94A0/R-PvSKk3ZjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYa_Q1OCRTk/s320/Snapshot+of+me+4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me! I'm an interesting kinda girl. Wouldn't you like to meet me? Me and God…we have an agreement. HE follows me around and I follow him around, neither of us mind it if we don’t always pay attention to each other 100% of the time, because I know he’s still there and he knows I’m still here. Someday we’ll be together forever. I like to build things with my hands. I love the smell of my barn. I love Big and Rich, think Kid Rock’s voice rocks and wish I looked like Gretchen. My digital camera is my favorite electronic device. (Is that an electronic device?) My favorite toy, I can’t tell you about. &lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/gg4you4170"&gt;I love singing in my new grain bin kitchen&lt;/a&gt;. You think you have surround sound! You haven’t heard anything till you’ve been in my kitchen. Whisper and I can hear you! &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/tk4number3"&gt;Tom &lt;/a&gt;is a bigger flirt than I am. He loves NASCAR, I love him. I love singing in church. I love shopping a Goodwill and The Salvation Army. I think bargains give me a rush. I think there are more dresses at Goodwill than at Macys. Course, I never shop at Macys. Don’t even want to shop at Macys. I think people who spend hundreds of dollars in stupid stores don’t have many brains. And most of those people have more money than brains. I’m a little plump. I like plump. I hate saggy and I’m a little saggy here and there too. I wish I were smarter and more talented than I am. But I can cook good. I can make supper from nothing. I have a “stash” of food for extreme emergencies. I love milk gravy and crab legs. Not together. I read on the Internet. It’s like living in a library. I love the smell of libraries. I cry when I watch Little House on the Prairie, my dad does too. My mom died. My grandma died. They’re having words as we speak. I love tequila with a lime and some salt. I hate people who abuse animals. I would save the world one person at a time if I could. I click on the Hunger site everyday. I send stamps to siyellowribbon.com. My job is yucky. Doesn’t matter if I do my job or not, nothing is going to change. I have gray hair, but you wouldn’t know it. I love Sally’s beauty supply. All of my kids think someone else is the favorite. Tabatha-Sara, Sara-Brian, Brian-Tabatha, Ryan-Brian, me, I think they are all my favorites. Just pick one and ask me. I love roller coasters. My brother loves roller coasters. The first person I fell in love with was my little sister Wendy. I want to go to Haiti some day. I believe in true love. I miss my old cat Annie and my dog Kate. The best woman in the world married my son. I cry if I hit an animal or bird on the road. I use to worry about not having enough. Now I worry I have to much. I have more enthusiasm than energy. My hands hurt when I pound with a hammer all day. Lucky I don’t have to, I have a nail gun. I love power tools. I can’t spell. My sister tries to help me, but it’s not working. I love being a grandma. Hate the distance between here and there. I think dried up mud, cracked like a puzzle is cool. Don’t lie to me, ever. I have a short memory, I’m likely to forget about it and move on. I know a lot of things about a lot of different subjects that don’t make any difference in this world one way or another. Karen knows more than me. I have secrets. If I won the lottery I would go to Haiti. Tom would go to a race. There are bad guys out there so be careful. Don’t believe everything you hear. Think for yourself. Don’t be afraid to show who you are. Think outside the box. Piss on those who don’t like you. Or me for that matter! Don’t piss on me, I’ve been fully covered in that area. My friends have a better sense of humor than I do. I’d like to take the ACT just to see if I am smart. I might be and just am to dumb to know it. I love going bare footed. I love ice tea. You don’t win if you have more money. Teenage pregnancy runs in families. It runs in mine. Deceit runs in families, it ran all over in mine. I’ll never grow up. Boating is fun. I wish everyone knew God. Think about it, corn is the ultimate plant. With out it we would be lost. With out us replanting it, it would become extinct. I want an earthen oven. I love The Farm in Summertown Tennessee. Brother-in laws and son-in laws are cool. They like you just because…. 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