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Posted:Jan 28, 2017 10:33 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2017 10:33 pm
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Pinning this to the top of my blog so we can have an ongoing thread about art.

No rules, per se –
I only ask that you read what is written before commenting. Try to use information such as the title or the artists name when responding (so if the thread gets busy, we will know what others are talking about).

It also will help if a WIP (work in progress) is posted.

If posting/sharing art – do not do more than one at a time so others can have a chance to comment/discuss before moving on to the next. (look at me – all positive it will be a busy thread…)

I might occasionally change this cover photo.
For now – my painting ‘Unfettered’ 30x40” oil on panel
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bullshit self-indulgent introspection
Posted:Apr 29, 2017 8:40 am
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2017 7:25 am
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I am still struggling.
Not artistic block exactly, but the inability to settle down and work.
This is just not like me.
I don’t know if we are talking spring fever or what. It is pretty damn nice outside – staying in my cave-studio downstairs can be difficult. I have 1200 square feet of studio space, but no windows. In reality, that is quite fine as I have great studio lights and I wouldn’t want the sun making it harder to see my screen. In my head….”give me sunnnn….!”

When I was younger I laughed at the idea that artists thrive in chaos/emotional turmoil. That they are moody and have to be slightly miserable to be great. Ridiculous, I scoffed.
Then I produced some powerful work during the years being unhappy in my first marriage.
One day years later, I looked at the slave…realized I was happy ….and was producing pretty shallow work. Frankly, it pissed me off. Seriously, do I need to be unhappy to do the deep good stuff? What the hell? He would joke and tell me he could treat me badly, if that would help.

I wonder if that is why I am in a bit of turmoil these days. Not able to concentrate, overly concerned with the mother moving in, bothered by my lack of focus, maybe letting another birthday approach make me feel things (like….no shit....another year older). Letting small interactions become bigger in my mind. I can almost feel myself reaching & stretching to make more out of things. My life is so good – perhaps the artist in me is looking for trouble to stir things up. I have never been one to cause chaos or unnecessary drama. I don’t want to start now. I would really dislike myself for that.

I suspect it is true that artists may have a more developed fantasy life going on in their heads. And it is good for the art. The secret is to keep it there. If you’ve got some elaborate drama’/romance (tragedy, horror, whatever) going on in your head…remember it is in your head, not the real world. Because if you don’t, it would be kind of like waking up and glaring at the person beside you because they did a shitty thing in a dream.

I mentioned the idea for a dark painting the other day to him. He looked at me almost alarmed. No way in hell I am admitting the genesis in my head for that idea. I want him to continue to be unafraid to live me, after all.

The piece I am working on now is powerful. I think. I have decided to work on more social issues. For years it was more….emotional/romantic issues that dominated my work. I don’t have to be in mental chaos to comment on social issues. Then again – feeling strongly and being upset about a social issue is helpful. It’s a pretty big swing. It’s a bit intimidating. Human emotional issues are in some ways…easy. We all feel them. Love, lust….it is easy to make someone connect to those. But if I don’t do it well….trying to comment on social issues could totally fall flat. No matter what it is, if you’re going to bother to make a painting – you best be passionate about it.

See, this is the kind of bullshit, over-the-top, self-indulgent introspection that can happen when I can’t make myself pick up a damn brush.

The only good thing about it so far is that I have pushed myself at the gym harder and more often. Be gone…distracting thoughts. I may not solve the big-artists issues anytime soon, but perhaps I will get my ass in better shape.

And on that long-ass note- here is where I am with this painting-in-progress so far.
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You think you're better than me!?
Posted:Apr 27, 2017 12:16 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2017 7:31 am
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I can go months, sometimes even years feeling that this place and these blogs are a haven of sorts. A place I can write stupid stuff, funny stuff, hot stuff and occasionally vulnerable stuff. I curse like a drunken sailor in my writings here (I don’t when speaking out loud to others…or not as much anyway. I laugh sometimes thinking you all must think I am a foul-mouthed person you could not take in public).

Then there are times it feels less ‘friendly’ for lack of a better word.

I have been lucky. I have no idea why, but my blog doesn’t show up on the ‘active blogs’ list. At least I don’t see it and someone else looked once and did not find it. Somehow I ended up in stealth mode. And that is luck because having less ‘strangers’ pop in means less ugly usually (I know, the mystery: want to blog and be heard/seen, but also don’t want too many to see because then it gets weird). There have been more coming around and emailing me, so I wonder if something has changed or if it is just Spring fever.

Because people can be ugly. I remember sometime early in our relationship the slave said something along the lines of: ‘most people are assholes’. I disagreed. Most people are kind to a degree. Every year I live, I start to agree with him more.

I am also lucky because I am not here looking. So my ‘give a fuck’ is fairly low. Which means I generally don’t get worked up. I tend not to care what people think too much. I am here because it entertains me to be here. Of course, I am human…so that isn’t absolute. We all have our times of insecurity. Sometimes I enjoy a good argument as well. Give me an excuse to call you a name and I will probably take it. And there are people here I truly really like, so I imagine I would feel extremely bad if one of those thought badly of something I said/did.

The one thing I believe for myself when it comes to calling myself ‘dominant’ is that to me that means I can do/feel/say what I wish. Within reason, of course. That means all sorts of hot stuff, but it also means if I am feeling insecure or something less ‘domly’, I don’t feel shame in sharing that. I have crazy self-confidence. I think I am beautiful and charming and funny and talented and sexy as all fuck. I also have times I stand in front of the mirror looking for wrinkles and lifting my eyelids. For me personally, the true sign of being confident means I have no shame in admitting I am human. I feel sexy when I am goofy-funny as well. I enjoy poking fun of myself – it makes me feel real and it does nothing to diminish my self-confidence. It may make me less sexy to others, but realness can do that vs. fantasy. I still prefer the real. And I probably laugh harder than anyone else at my own jokes.

I give kudos to dominant blogs that are consistently….domly. Consistently secure and sure and convinced of their worthiness to be worshipped. I don’t read too many of those often because I honestly get bored, especially with the ‘punishment’ issues. That is no criticism or judgement, just a personal preference. And I personally adore knowing women like this. These women – I am quite sure, are far more attractive in their style than I am…to a bigger range of kinksters anyway. I have nothing but respect for them. I am just really really glad I found kink at a later more self-confident time of my life or I might have tried to emulate being something I am not. In fact, I may have done that a bit in the early years (don’t go reading the old blogs, I sound ridiculous).

I don’t check my mail here often. There is an auto-response set up saying that I will probably not mail back. I figure that is a more polite thing than just ignoring. There are bloggers I feel I ‘know’ here that I would write back, of course. As a sometimes-angry-with-good-reason-feminist, there is nothing that angers me more than an entitled man. Someone complaining that I am writing about a subject that is boring. Someone complaining that I won’t write back because I think I am too popular. (Lol…yeah, I am in the goddamn cheerleader-group on the popularity version of alt – how wonderful, because I was the weird homely art-kid in high school). Or how about the ones where someone actually took the time to write me and ask why the hell I am on here then if I am happy with my slave. Because I want to be, douchebag. Apparently it offends the senses that not every woman here is here for you, your dick or your specific entertainment.

I’m curious – do you men who blog about non-sexual stuff (politics, gardening, whatever) get complaints like that? MEN – why are you not blogging more hot stuff to make my pussy wet? Are you not understanding that me, as a female, deserves to read the things I want to that turn me on!? You OWE me some blogs to make my knees turn to jelly! Why the hell are you here if not to spurn my fantasies!? Jaykay – why the gardening blogs, seriously? This is a kink site! 2ndtimehere, why no photo – I want to judge you and get all hot! Where are the dick pics, men?! More penis! What is wrong with you people? THIS IS A KINK SITE!
YOU THINK YOU ARE SO POPULAR, IS THAT IT?! YOU THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME?!

(I’m going to just leave it like that and wait for people to take that paragraph seriously and give me shit)

Here is a photo of half of my face. That is some sexy stuff right there. You lucky bastards. I want to bless you all with my beauty and eternal Goddess powers. Or something like that. And you know, I owe it to you all for the boring blogs about my mother, kids, grands, etc. I have let you down.

Shame
Shame
Shame

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shit my mother says
Posted:Apr 26, 2017 5:36 pm
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2017 7:59 am
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Text from Mom: Tell him to mow before I get there because I plan to be running around naked with no curtains on the windows! If he mows in front of my windows I can not be responsible for what he sees.

My reply a few hours later: Well, that worked. It is a Tuesday and he was up at 4:00 am, worked a long day…and yet, the lawn is now mowed.

Mom: KimBURLY, my feet are swollen…rub my feet.
Me: Not on your life, old lady.
Mom: …moving closer…
Me: Get your freaking feet away from me!

At her party:
Mom: KimBURLY, this is D, my boss.
D: Ex-boss, you mean
Me (whispering to myself): I’m your boss now, you old battle-axe….get in that basement.

Me: Mom, stop calling my husband ‘gorgeous’ on Facebook. It’s creepy. I have clients there.
Mom: Don’t be ridiculous. Everyone loves me.

Mom: …sends me a voice mail of her humming….
Me: sends her a photo of me in her bedroom with the caption ‘I am doing dirty things in your room’…while wiping my muddy feet on her carpet.

Mom: I know he hates wind chimes, so when you get the shed up…I’m going to hang some on there…*old lady cackling laughter*
Me: ohjesus, this is how I came to be how I am…..
*hangs head*

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On another note:
I got an email from a collector of the alias work (cows).
It made my day. I vow to not complain about the alias stuff for at least a week.
Here it is in it’s entirety:

Your paintings are having a lovely effect on my household. In particular, my father who has Alzheimer\'s is spending time gazing at your paintings and is kind of conversing as a result. Very positive.

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Speaking of memory issues.
I have a bad memory. Really bad and everyone knows it.
How do you not remember that? …is a phrase I have heard often.
The slave says he is going to start a list when dementia kicks in. Instead of ‘shit my mother says’, it is going to be ‘Shit I’m going to tell my wife’. He has stories (untrue) that he is saving up. Should I be concerned that he seems to be wishing dementia on me?
I kind of hope I forget about kink because that would be hilarious. He has plenty of photos he could show me….can you imagine? Lil 90-year-old lady gasping in shock at her past deviances…I did what?!

By the way – I stole the idea for the title of this blog post from a blog that was called ‘shit my father says’. It was highly entertaining. I think there may have been a book.

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This photo is because I am discussing older people and this is the kind of colorful way I would like to dress when I hit a ‘certain age’. I don’t know what age that will be. I am still in the age of wanting to showcase my figure to the best I can. Someday, I assume…I might be at the age where I want to cover it up. If I am going to cover it up, I am going to wrap it colors. My wardrobe is heavy with much black and always has been. For some reason, I see being ‘old’ as meaning I will want to look…wilder. Just curious – is this sexy to the men? I would like to think it is. But, I am not sure. The slave smiles when I show him stuff like this, but he loves me, so his opinion is biased.
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I had almost forgotten
Posted:Apr 25, 2017 6:28 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2017 10:52 pm
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That reminded me of something else.
(this keeps happening - it funny how that works so often when you are gleefully wasting time)

The name Jebediah.

My daughter was to have a child last September.
She told me they were going to name him Jebediah.
My jaw dropped. I might have raised my voice.
(I yelled)

Are you kidding me?!
What is this…Children of the Corn?!
What is wrong with you?!
Are you joining a cult?!


I guess you could say that I had pretty strong feelings about that name.

I went to TX last September with one intention (besides witnessing the beauty of birth…blahblahblah): to stop them from naming that poor baby Jebediah.

Literally down to the wire in the hospital room and I am pulling up horror movie clips with characters named Jebediah. I might have lied about some of them (she was distracted in labor, it was easy) – but did you know there is an actual horror film with the title ‘Jebediah’?

I kid you not.

‘Jebediah’ - 2011
A group of friends gather for an "All-Girls" camping trip in Amish country. To their horror, "Jebediah" - a viscious Amish serial killer - stalks and slays each one. Rated "R" for Nudity, violence, language and sexual situations.


It was a close call. Even the ex got into it and was pulling for Jebediah (because he didn’t want me picking one). The father of the baby in complete seriousness wanted to name the child ‘Loki’.
I yelled at him – MY CAT’S NAME IS LOKI!

Someday though, I will be able to tell my grandson (Liam) that I saved him from his idiot parents. (Well, at least his first name. His middle name is ridiculous. Should have picked smarter parents kid...)
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I am.....sorry...to disappoint....?
Posted:Apr 24, 2017 4:58 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2017 6:47 pm
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At one point I had more nudes hanging out in my bedroom than Hefner had in his during the 70’s.

I am grateful, many sold.
I still miss those chicks though.
A few more than others.

I had a gallery owner once tell me that a particular one looked like a fit Martha Stewart.
I could never look at that one the same after that.
He also told me that I painted women better than men.
He was gay and he assumed from my art that I was a lesbian.
Not the subject matter necessarily, but because he thought I put more care into the women’s nudes. Pffftttt.
He sold quite a few of my paintings over the years.
But I don’t think he ever got over the disappointment of me not being a lesbian.
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kung-fu painting
Posted:Apr 23, 2017 9:20 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2017 3:24 pm
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The paint has been fighting back this week.
And it has been kicking my ass.
I am pretty sure it is my own fault.
I’ve been restless & distracted.
But, I settled down somewhat today and got some skin accomplished.
*whew*
Nothing like a bit of artistic block (even if just a few days) to make a chick with a brush get antsy.
Hmmm…does he look angry enough?
(I can piss people off, so he should look good and raging)
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Some temptations are hard to resist
Posted:Apr 22, 2017 9:09 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2017 12:30 pm
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I told him he had to be here when they deliver the building.

All because it is being built & delivered by an Amish man.
Granted, I do not know much about the Amish – but had an impression that some of them do not talk to or touch women (other than their wives).

“No, I think that is Hasidic Jews”, he says.

He wants to be here because he knows exactly where he wants it positioned.
I want him here to protect the Amish man from me.
We live here, it wouldn’t do to go all weird on him.

But damn.
Something about a man whose religion is strict that makes me want to stand too close to him and do inappropriate things. Tempt him. Make him uncomfortable. How about a one-woman-religion-wrecker?
Make him take payment from me, not my husband *gasp*!
Seriously, how funny would it be to pinch his ass?

Stop, Kim.

Besides – he is apparently Menonite…which sounds duller with no hard-core repressive shit (comparatively).

Oh the repression.
Just imagining it.
How little teases and touches to the arm would be a major temptation…amiright?
He would shake and try to look away.
I would whisper devil-words.

Oh for christs sake – someone get me a monk to ruin.
My birthday is coming up, after all.
And none of those Catholic priests who sin, or mild-Baptists who get caught in hotel rooms. And none of those ones who stone & beh**d women (I have my limits, even in fantasy).
I want a real devout. An innocent.
The most repressed.
I could tie him down and shave his sacred beard off….
(I know, beards are not exactly 'sacred' - don't harsh my flow here....I'm making shit up)

Ok, I really have to get painting.
Stop tempting me, world.
Even the devil has to work on occasion.
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I am nosey - tell me
Posted:Apr 21, 2017 6:24 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2017 8:40 am
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Comments on that other thread sparked my interest.
I’m curious what you all splurge on, and where you are cheap?
I’ve always found it interesting.
(I may have asked this before).

Ever since my previous marriage when we were friends with a couple, with kids – all close the same age and neighbors, and similar financial situations. Which was mostly sort-of broke (not college-age-broke, but kid-broke). Getting by – if wanting something big it took years of saving.
We would hang out with them and I was always shocked at what they would have no trouble spending on booze – and yet, they were totally cheap when it came to eating out at restaurants. We were eating-out people, but not big on drinking. Later, I think the slave was shocked at how often I liked to eat out. He has slowed me down some on that regard (mostly to be more healthy) and I think I’ve encouraged him more towards it…so we evened out.

My best friend spends a fortune on expensive purses, shoes and décor for her house, but shops for clothes at Goodwill.

I spend a ton on books without blinking, but I am cheap when it comes to shoes/purses.
I love the second hand stores for clothing, but if something looks really fine on my figure, I will splurge.

I don’t try to save money on food. We were food-poor when I was a kid and I have noticed my mother and I both like to have a good stock of food in the house.

Even if I were to become rich – I can not imagine spending big bucks on a car. It is just to get me to places.

I get annoyed as hell when I see people spending more on framing a piece of art than they did the art itself.

I won’t spend on hair cuts/styles, nails or toes. I have the excuse that I paint and ruin my nails, but really it is because it seems like a waste of money & time. I have curls and it’s messy no matter what, so no one can tell I get it cut maybe once a year (at least I tell myself that). I have nail-envy sometimes, but even if I were wealthy….sitting in a salon often would bore me too much. I do spend a fortune on hair products though (otherwise my hair would take over the neighborhood).

I don’t care for real jewelry/gems like diamonds. I insisted that my wedding ring be just a band (it has designs though – I looks silver to me, but what do I know? It is white gold apparently). I didn’t want an engagement ring. My mother has a collection of pricey real jewelry passed from her mother. I hope like hell she doesn’t leave it to me, because I will just sell it. I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing those diamond rings. I’d put someone’s eye out (I am also not known for being very sentimental when it comes to things).

My mother is cheap, but she bought fairly expensive new appliances for her new place. I wouldn’t do that. I’d find the cheapest in the color/style I wanted.

I have a friend who bought a refrigerator that must have cost $4000. She likes to cook and she calls it ‘sexy’. She is not wealthy, but does ok. She runs up the credit cards and doesn’t care as she has no one but a niece to leave her house to. She says she doesn’t care if she dies with major debt. Shopping with her makes me jittery.

I am obsessive about debt. I get a thrill paying things off. I throw extra money to various debt all the time. I have paid off every car I’ve had years early. I swear, I might get a sexual thrill every time I send an extra $50 in with a payment. I don’t know if this is from growing up poor, or if I have an inner-geeky-accountant.

I don’t buy new bras or panties until they fall apart and I have to. My bathrobes are old ratty things. (I do have a pricey hot leather corset though). My friend, she has a full dresser just for her hundreds of bras & panty sets. They are immaculate. I think she opens her drawers and lovingly strokes them when no one is around.

My electric bill is huge compared to the neighbors (the electric company likes to send me helpful graphs to point this out to me). I like to have lights on and interesting accent lights. Other people I know go around turning things off all the time. I also keep the air/heat just as I want it. I am trying to get more used to this better climate where I can open the windows more – too many years in Texas where you had to run the ac year-round. I know so many people who will be hot or cold to save money. I won’t do that.

My PIL spend money on travel. I envy them that. Considering we bought a home in our late 40’s, I am not sure that kind of travel is in our future.

The slave has a thing for hats. It is the never-ending-perfect hat search. He has quite a few. He hems and haws over prices, but he can’t resist. He gets excited when he finds cheap quality t-shirts. He must have bragged about the $10 shirts he found at an outlet for a year. And he is so not wasteful. He is the left-over King. I have to watch him or he might hoard things (in case he can make something out of that old door later/or the ripped canvas I tried to throw away, etc..)

I have decent camera I keep upgraded for my art and shoots, but my computer is not expensive. I use a laptop and I use it hard. I usually have to replace it every 3 years. I paint from it and it is covered in paint splatters. Tiny globs on my screen (so know that when I am looking at your photos here, there could be a glob of green somewhere on your face or whatever parts you are showing

I used to spend on kink toys. Occasionally I still do, but at this point…I’m pretty well-stocked. My most expensive item had to have been the single tail.

Tell me about your cheap areas and your splurges.
I want to know!
I am so damned nosey on this subject.

I am pretty caught up (thanks to the Trump Slump) and am switching back to the real painting today. Or it would have been today, but my ‘mental switch’ is having a hard time flipping. So yeah, is it obvious I am wasting time?

The photo is because that is what I bought my friend for her birthday – the one who has all the bras and has credit card debt up to her eyeballs. She got a Bitch tea cup. That is just the kind of friend I am. There, that proves it. I don’t hate all people. I might call all people names at one time or another though.
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Speaking of complaints
Posted:Apr 20, 2017 8:05 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2017 11:14 pm
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Speaking of complaints.
Which is what I am doing today.
I have more.

In the last year I have met two sets of couples. One set is friends with the parents-in-law and one set is friends with my mother. My PIL are very different than my mother. But those sets of couples have a few things in common. Somewhere in their late 60’s-early 70’s, childless, and really quite wealthy.

Both sets have done the same thing. We hear they want to meet us. Maybe someone says they like my art or admire the husbands career. But that may be the parents just saying that – they really just want to meet the grown children of their friends. Or so it seems. We met them and it has been almost unbearable. The same thing happened with both sets (one set is Swedish, the other Americans). They spent HUGE amounts of time showing us their homes and all their expensive stuff. They talked – a lot. If we tried to join in the ‘conversation’, we were cut off and interrupted. Their ‘talking’ sounded like dull lecturing/boring bragging. They asked nothing of us – there was no interest in who we are or what we do or our lives/kids, etc.. After hours, they knew our names – that is quite literally it. We were apparently there to listen to them and admire all their stuff.

These were nice people. They fed us and smiled and seemed….nice. I suppose. In both cases, the men cooked and made a show of it. But these were not conversations – they were one-sided show-off meetings. Freaking ego-stroking shit. Don’t they have people they can pay for that?

The thing is – they could have been interesting, even if not interested in us. One couple founded a wickedly successful school in Sweden and hearing about that could be fascinating. The other couple are both retired high-ranking military and one used to work in the Pentagon. That could be interesting to hear about. But what did they want to talk about? Stuff. Stuff they bought with lots of money.

After this happened (again) this past weekend, I started dwelling on how much I can’t stand people. Why express desire to meet us? There is no interest in us. We were an audience. Is this a wealthy thing? A childless thing? An age thing? What the hell is it this all about? It is so rude. My mother says she could have cut glass with the look I gave when I was interrupted (again) as I attempted to say something to take part in the talking.

I don’t expect all people I meet to be interested in my life or my art. I may come off here as wanting worship/attention, but truthfully – that is just from my slave. But if invited to come over….I expect at least a minimal of back-and-forth. If I’m going to have to quietly listen to you list and show your boring expensive things, you are going to need to pay me – and not just with food. If it weren’t for my respect for the PIL or my mother, I would have left.

Fucking people.
(this does not apply to the fucking people I like)
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