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The Rituals of Love

How to raise your own young with love, so they’d become, loving people too, by modeling for your kids, what the expressions of love should be, and surely, as they watched you, they too, will start, to express their love to each other, as well as everybody else they may meet in their own lives, translated…

“Come!  A kiss, a hug, embrace me!”, when the kids were in elementary school, every morning before they set out, when they’d come home at night, I’d opened my arms wide, to perform this “family ritual” of hugging them, and, as the kids felt that they are fulfilled, smiled radiantly.  And to this very day, my passionate daughter would still hug me like so, with her face close to mine, make her eyes crossed, to make me laugh out loud.  While for my son who’s shier, he’d minced his lips and smiled, and, hugged me, and patted my back, and I’d hugged him and patted his back.  As the kids get older, the arms that wrapped around me became, stronger, and stronger.

The prayers before bedtime, it’s another ritual of love we shared.  The whole family reset ourselves back to zero; “Dear heavenly father, we are all your children, we all need your guidance, your help.  Please give us the wisdom every day, the courage, the love so we can face up to the challenges daily, bless us with strength, with peace and safety”.  Sometimes, my kids would say, “Dear heavenly father, there’s an exam soon, I’m really nervous, please help me have more courage, more strengths…………” in the nightly prayers, we’d become, equals, no lectures, no pressures, just being humbled together, lifting our heads toward up high.

The affirmations, the praises we gave one another regularly, it’s also a ritual of love.  When my son was in middle school, his classmates made fun of him, “you moron!  Retard!”, to which he’d responded back, humorously, “Yeah, with the guarantees of wisdom, I’m bound to be able to make a living for myself.”, he’d effectively resolved the badness those classmates’ words might have on him.  I’d told my son often, “I’d found, that you are a kid, with so many good qualities, you have the frugal morals of your grandfather, your father’s punctuality.”, and I’d told my daughter, “You have that flair to do major things in life, you will become, so very capable like your grandmother in the future, even more talented than I!”, the children respected us as their adults, and became fully confident, filled with their own hopes and dreams of their own futures.

Some say, that there’s this space inside our hearts, and only love can fill it up.  If this space is emptied, then, we would feel empty inside, to the point of feeling depressed.  So, I’d thought of some ways, to fill the love into that space inside my own children’s hearts.  In our home, there’s these warming rituals, hmmmmmmmmmmm!  Let’s call it, the “scientific behaviors of expressions of our love”, through the endless rehearsals, turning into this good cycle, filling up all the spaces in our hearts, with love.

And so, growing up in this environment full of positivity, the children are bound to be more optimistic, because the parents not just preached of these values to their own young, they’d, shown the kids, how to perform these behaviors using love too.

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Passing the Kindness Along

Being kind to someone else in need, how one act of kindness, generates itself, turns into more acts of kindness that gets, passed around, translated…

At the start of summer, the early mornings in Taipei is still a bit cooled, I was wearing a long-sleeve shirt, waiting all on my own, at the bus stop.  It was about 6:30, almost no one else was on the streets, and, every now and then, the passing of the cars, broke the silence of the streets.

A homeless man, who looked very dirty, with the torn shirt sleeve shirt came to the bus stop, with a dirty linen bag on him, perhaps, it’d contained, everything he’d owned?  He got on the bus as I had, not long thereafter, the bus stopped at the light, the driver suddenly got out of his seat, walked toward the homeless man, told him, “your mask is dirty, you need a brand new one!”, then, handed the man two brand new masks, the homeless man was stunned, didn’t know how to respond, while I was, touched by the driver’s kindness, so, the driver pays attention to all who alighted his bus.

At this time when the pandemic is running high, as everybody was standing in line, trying to get the ration of the quick scan kits, there may be those who don’t even have enough masks to change out of, for most, these masks are use-and-toss, but for the homeless, it’s a precious resource.  And, my heart felt heavy up to here, what, can I do?

So I’d, opened up my pack, and, puled out all the spare masks from my bag, and before I got off the bus, I’d, handed all of it to that homeless man, he was thrilled, then, nodded toward me, and I’d, waved goodbye to him, and, silently prayed, that everything will be okay for him.

And so, this is how the bus driver’s kindness toward the homeless man, had generated the thought of kindness in this person, and, this person realized that s/he had more than enough of what s/he was in need of, and, gave it to the homeless man who is lacking in the supplies to protect himself against contracting MERS-CoV.

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The Young Memory House, “Can’t Keep Our Memories Intact, But Can Keep the Love Flowing”

A place that’s set up, to offer the help, the support that these families with patients of early onset dementia needed, and it also, allow these patients with early onset dementia, to keep on contributing in their own means, their own, ways too, off of the Newspapers, translated…

The Stories of the Lives of Those Diagnosed with Early Onset Dementia

The day I’d arrived at Young Coffee, the servers were Chiu and Wu.

Chiu was interactive with the customers, “First time here?  Do you like it here?” as the servers delivered the coffees, he saw the reporter flipping through the stories of the lives of the early-onset dementia patients, he’d gotten activated, “I’d made one too, let me show you!”, and, as I’d turned, I saw the report on the T.V. wall, on how the early onset dementia patient, forgetting what he was gong to do.

Twelve years ago, the fifty-three-year-old owner of the transportation business, Meng fell into a coma from arrhythmia, and days afterwards when he woke back up, he couldn’t, recognize his own wife, Chuang, forgotten how to write, bathe himself, putting his clothes on, his wife thought that this was the side effect from his stroke, and he’d gone into physical therapy for a whole year, but, no improvements, that’s when his wife took him to the neurologist’s for a test, and, Meng was diagnosed with vascular dementia.

As I was drinking the coffee, the shy Wu came over, and used his salesmanship to sell me some cakes, not really many words, thought for a very long time, then told me, “This tastes amazing!”, and, as everybody started getting the whole sentence to try to figure out what Wu meant, then they’d come to known, that this was Wu’s bakery, “The Sweet Memories Bakeries” pound cakes, that’s sold here only on the weekends.

The Fifty-Two-Year-Old Husband Had Dementia, Causing the Whole Family to Fall into State of Panic

When Wu was fifty-two, he had a stroke, which caused his dementia, the day he was formally diagnosed, his wife, Chen and he held each other at the hospital and cried hard.  Wu due to his condition, could not work, and had needed to be taken care of around-the-clock, and needed to take the classes to help slow down the progression, his wife, Hsin-Yi had to keep the household economics, she’d stayed on working, and placed her husband into the daycare programs. Zheng-Bang worked hard for several days, placed himself in the seventy, eighty year old elders, did the physical therapy exercises with them, do the activities of singing, art, being younger, with a good physical health, he’d had a future of work ahead of him, it’d made him feel embarrassed, and refused to go to the daycare center again.

the photo of the cafe

from online, operating every Saturday from 10 to 4p.m

Hsin-Yi found, that the activities are all designed for the elderly population, that there’s a different set of challenges for the families, the patients of early onset dementia.  She’d looked for a very long time, and found Young Coffee, my first call was with “Huei-Jen, we’d talked for two hours straight, it was like I’d finally found that piece of wood in the vastness, that someone finally, understood me.”  Chen’s panic, loneliness, and feeling lost, is common to the loved ones with early onset dementia.

There’s No SOP, Only Learning as They Go

“The early onset is quite different than the elderly dementia, as the elders become demented, they were already dependents of the families, are in need of care.  The younger type would feel, that they needed to find work!  They are faced with loss of job, family conflicts, and other problems relating to these, the education of their young, as well as the caretaking of their, aging parents too!”, the assistant secretary of the Alzheimer’s Foundation, Lee is the driftwood that offered the chances of not drowning to Chen on the other end of the line.

Lee worked with the cases of early-onset dementia patients for many years, is the families’ go-to-person, she’d told, that there are, too many different and complex situations with the early onset cases, there’s no standard means of handling the cases, to even now, she’s still, learning as she goes.

For instance, a few years back, the foundation received a call, a woman who held a higher up position in a firm in her fifties, she was in the beginning stages, single parent, raising a child of only a little older than three, her parents are gone, with no one else she can rely on, she’d come to inquire, what arrangements she can make for her own child.  A year and a half later, the woman deteriorated to the point of not being able to live on her own, the foundation accompanied her to the treatment sessions, helped her retire successfully, found a facility for her, and filed for the adoption papers for her child, each problem came too quickly, “there are a lot of case like this one, before you can think about what to do, you are, forced, to make the choices!”

The Youngest Worker is Forty-Five, with the Café as His Driftwood that Helped Him Stay with Head Above Water

In Young Coffee, everyone has a bitter story.  Currently, the youngest is a man born in 1977, as another individual was diagnosed, he just had twins.  And, for some, because formal diagnosis was hard to get, the individual was labeled as mentally ill, lazy, irresponsible, forced out of their work, gotten divorced from their spouses.

the early onset individuals mixing the dough to make the cookies…photo from online

And so, Young Coffee is a café from the outside looking in, but, it’s actually, a place where the families and the early onset patients’ place to go to learn, and to breathe in, also, a base for the foundation to help the families of these early onset dementia patients.

“Shen-Jen no longer recognized me, he can’t take care of his own needs anymore”, Liu, is also a family member of an early onset dementia patient, her husband, Lin was diagnosed at age fifty-four, in the beginning stages, he’d worked at Young Coffee, taken the classes too, but, dementia is like a long goodbye, no matter how attentive Liu took care of her husband, how much she’d put her mind into caring for him, it still, can’t defy the scripts of life that dementia had written down for her husband.  And even as she’d known how it would end, his wife, Feng-Lien told, that there’s still the heartaches, the losses that come with it.

But, it’s not all loss.  When Liu was younger, she sustained a brain injury, lost all the physical abilities of her body, as a registered handicap person, Liu had always been the cared for in her life, but she’d become stronger, with her husband’s early onset dementia, and became, a caretaker, even now, as her husband is of severe dementia, Liu still spoke for the early onset dementia individuals, fought hard for more resources for them, to get a facility set up to take care of all the early onset dementia patients, she said, all of these resources, her husband is no longer in need of, but they can help the families like them, who are in the same situations, to find that driftwoods, so they can all, float back to shore, without drowning.

with a professional leading the patients of early onset to do some physical activities…photo from online

And so, these are, the stories, of the families of the early onset dementia patients, and, this is a place, that offers the vocational trainings, the opportunities for work, so these younger generations of dementia patients can still continue working, until they can’t work anymore, and this is also a place, where the families can come together, to find that social support they’re all in need of, in taking care of their loved ones who’d been, diagnosed too.

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The Stranded Ark

How nothing stays the same, in the baptism of, time, translated…

The Stars that Lost the Precisions in Words

The Boxes, Flooded by an Overflow of Emotions

The Stars that We Can, No Longer, Hear

The Roses, that Became, Blurred

The Mix-and-Match of the Words

Waiting for the Sharpened Knives to Get Them Edited

the progressions of, life

found online

Cutting Off All the Excess

To Make Things Less, Complex

The Wind Can’t Recognize the Banners

The Cloud Can’t Decipher My Mind

That Ark Made of Words, Stranded

Expecting the Rise of Tides of Inspiration

The Musical Instruments Stopped Playing Now

And Took with Them, the Ripples Like the Poems by that Boat

There’s, that light scent of, loss here, of how things are gone so quickly, of how we can’t hold onto time, no matter how much we wanted time to slow down, it just, doesn’t.

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The Air, My Friend

How it’s too important, to try our best, to keep that, positive attitude toward everything we encounter in our lives, because that, is the determinant of how we will, get through the trials in our separate, lives, the column by Jimmi Liao, translated by me…

He Must Loves the Rain So,

Being Completely Drenched, and Still, Quite Happy.

He Must Have, Weathered through All the Life’s Trials Then,

Enjoyed Turning the Tragedies, into, Comedies.

the artwork of Jimmi Liao, from UDN.com

He May Not Love the Rain,

May Not Have, Seen it All in His Life.

He Just, Has, that Smile on His Face

Eternally is All.

So, this just showed, how whether or not we are, happy or upset, it’s all due to our own, interpretations, and yeah, we may feel down and out from time to time, so long as we don’t forget, that the sun is, hiding inside the dark clouds we are weathering currently, that all shall, come to, pass…

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Seventh Aunt, Thank You

Kindness recalled, and returned, as your seventh aunt had shown a ton of care and concerns toward you when you were younger, her aunt, became, like a mother to her, translated…

My seventh aunt’s daughter was on business trip to New York, and, although it was an eight-hour drive for me to see her both ways, I’d, still made the trip, and, as I drove, I’d, remembered the past.

My parents were divorced, my father remarried, and my stepmother had her own children, and for years on end, my older sister and I were, kept at my grandma’s house.  We are a huge family from Canton, my grandma had five sons and five daughters, my father being the eldest son.  My seventh uncle married my beautiful seventh aunt, and, lived in with grandpa, grandma, my ninth aunt, and the two of us sisters.  Knowing that I was testing into high school that year, every morn my seventh aunt would prepare the breakfasts for me, served it to me, told me, “Ann, go for your dreams!  The nutritious meal I made for you, this will help you get into a good school!”, she always, gently, repeated those words of care and concerns toward me.

From when I was growing up, nobody made me the breakfasts like my seventh aunt had.

Seeing how little my younger cousin dressed as she’d come to New York, I took her to the name brand couture store, called up my husband (because I’d never spent so much money before in my whole life to shop), bought a warm coat for her.  And the look of surprise she’d shown me, I still kept in mind, what she didn’t know was, her mother, many a year ago, had helped a lost, young woman who was in desperate need of love, of care and concern, felt the warmth, and this kindness, I will, forever, remember.

And so, this, is how you’d, finally, started paying back your seventh aunt’s kindness to you, she’d loved you like a mother loves her daughter, took care of you, showed you a ton of care and concerns, and now, you were only, repaying her kindness, but not even close, by buying the clothes to help your younger cousin stay warm.

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A Pact with Our Ancestors

The problems that stemmed out of the declines of birth rates, of how culture is, lost slowly, translated…

The wooden plates of our ancestors upstairs, carried the spirits of those who came before my generations, since I could remember, from my grandparents to my parents, every morning and evening, there would be the offerings of a stick of incense.  When there were the doubts of life, the adults would be lost in thought, as the stick of incense starts to burn up, leaving the smokes that rise upward.  But I’d only felt secretly excited, that of the days of the year, there would be the offerings of the delicious foods , and made, and, as the adults told us the children, to call out the ancestors whose names were written on the wooden plates back to have the foods, after the offerings, we get the extra dishes to eat.

Later, my parents also, “moved in” to the plates too, and I’m now, the one, standing in the smoke that rose upward, and that was when I’d finally understood, what our older generations were thinking of, “Ancestors, mom, dad, do bless the families to be safe and healthy.”  It seemed, that by asking the ancestors for the blessings, we got that promised blessing then, this became, the most faithful asking of blessings for our own, loved ones.

And now, there’s just, two aging elderly who’d, kept guard over this shrine in my home, and we’d, prayed daily, that our children who are all married away, to be safe with their own families, to be healthy.

Recently, in the offerings I’d made, there’s that, extra discussion, and appointment too, when eventually my husband and I made it into the plates ourselves, then, there would be no one here, to offer anymore, and, I’d told our daughter, to place the plates in the temples, so we can, stay alongside Buddha then.

This would be the problem of declined birth rate of modern day world, and I’m certain, that all the ancestors would understand, and surely, that the promise of blessings would keep getting passed, to our children, and down the line as well.

And so, this is, the problems of the declines in birth rate, how as we age, and we won’t have anybody to offer the items to us anymore, but that’s, based off of the beliefs of how our souls would, stay around our families after we’re, already gone, but this isn’t actually, true, but it gives us that safe place to feel secure in, that’s the purpose of, faith, and religions.

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He Grew Up in Poverty, and Now, Gives to the Poor, Huang Fixed Up the Stays of Those Who Live in Poverty Now

Grown up in poverty, that’s why, he could understand those who are living in poverty-stricken means even more, which drove him to help those in need out, kindness in the world here, off of the Newspapers, translated…

The leader of the Goodwill Group of Hengshen Foundation Changwha Chapter’s Fifth Group, Huang, due to being raised in poverty stricken means, he’d started working after his final year of middle school, after we got married, he’d used his hardworking means, his ingenuity, and started up a business, with no money to begin with, from taking on the cases of the government’s helping the low income families to fix up their roofs, it’d sparked up his desires of one day, giving back to the communities, and now, he’d spent over millions of dollars in helping those in economic hardships to fix up their homes, and he’d described that he has a “heart of joy” in so doing.

At fifty-seven, Huang has a total of nine siblings, his father was a long-term employee of a rich family, his mother worked odds and ends, and the family was listed as a “Level A poverty family (what’s low-income household currently), his fourth eldest brother graduated first of his middle school class in Beidou, but because of his families’ poverty stricken means, couldn’t afford to get higher in his education, and he’d watched and followed his older brother’s lead, dropped out of school, and got an apprenticeship at a bakery, at age twenty-six, he’d set up a construction company, and build the steel shack homes for a living.

In 1994, there was a mother who was sterilizing a bottle that’s caused a fire in Er-Lin Township, Huang immediately got involved in the social welfare group to help out, and that was the very first time he’d helped rebuilt a home for someone who can’t afford to do so, and because of the high quality of work of the group, and the goodwill group reached a consensus, they’d started helping those in need in the communities, and in the process of volunteering, he bore witness to the sorrows of living at the bottom of the socioeconomic ladder.

He said, he saw an eighty-six-year-old blind elderly with multiple disabilities, living in an old home without the electricity nor the water, the relatives went to pick up his government assistance money of $30,000N.T. a month, but only provided the person with a meal a day, and not helped him sort through his living environment at all.

the photo of the man

with his construction truck, going around locally, to help those in need fix up their homes, coutresy of UDN.com

He also saw so many families that couldn’t get the help that they needed, and those who had a lot, but pretended to be poor, he’d believed, that the social welfare foundations needed to examine the cases that came to them carefully, and hoped that the representatives don’t fear that they may offend the people they represented, and give the empty promises out, knowing that they don’t qualify for the assistance, and still promised to deliver, referred these individuals to the welfare groups, causing them the troubles.

Huang told, that he’d worked in the nonprofit organizations for thirty one years, and already knew that the number of those in the lower end of the socioeconomic status is increasing, that on the one end, it has to do with the structures of the industries, and, another due to how those who live on assistance grew reliant on the assistance given to them, he’d encountered the “lazy and refusing to work”, and he’d, turned those away immediately, to not waste away the goodwill of those who’d donated.

“It’s better to give than to receive” Huang told his children often, that even if it’s just because of one’s laziness, and not earned enough money, and asking for handouts, as the handouts were given, the individuals will get looked down on, that they will have a difficult time, reestablishing themselves in the world.  That those who are positive in attitude, who are hard working, will gain more and more positive energies around them, and, the health will improve, and, everything will get better for the person.

And so, this is on how this man grew up hard, and started helping those in need out after he was able to, giving back to the communities, and he’d realized, that there are those who just wanted to cheat the kindness from those who are willing to help out, and he’d, stopped giving to those, and what he is doing is amazing, instilling the right values in his own children, and helping those who are really in need.

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With the Help of Connection of a Local Bagel Shop, the Children Out of Broken Homes Found Employment, to Start Their Lives, on a Brand New Page

Finally, some, good news, the good will of the people who’d, set up this shop, with the wills to help those who lost their support from their own families, a social enterprise, off of the Newspapers, translated…

The bagel shop “Good Trees Better Fruits” in Pingzhen, Taoyuan, the founders, the married couple Huang and Chen, through the bagels that they sold, they’d connected with the younger generations of fragile families, hoping their cares and concerns can make them feel more encouraged and loved, to help them find a way to show off their values of life; all the workers, the manager, the pastry chef of the shop are all under age thirty, they’d turned the shop into their home away from home, and found their point to begin again in their own separate, lives.

The bagels of the shop were on display, from the selecting of the ingredients, the kneading of the dough, the fermenting of the dough, the baking, the setting the dough to better appearances, every step to make the bagels are thoroughly thought and planned out.

the founder on the left, Chen, with the store manager, Huang, photo courtesy of UDN.com

Huang’s belief was using the bagels, to turn the stories of life of his team of employees, into the blessing for someone else.  And now, the couple not only owned and operated the bagel shop, they’d also started up a foundation, “The Tree of Life Leadership Organization of Taoyuan”, to help the younger generations to start up their own businesses, to help them get employment.

Recalling how back in 2019, they’d started from the tiny warehouse space as a shop, Chen recalled, how they’d lacked the funding, no connections, let alone, a shopfront, and every day, he’d worried of not getting what he’d made sold completely; thankfully due to the online business means, along with how the reputation of the shop is being set up, they’d gone against the flow, and made their business a success.

The store manager, Huang, due to problems in his family was forced to separate from his own parents, and at his worst, he’d not had enough money to pay for his rent, his utilities, and bought the nearing expiration date items as food.  Another young store manager, Lai, her parents were addicts, in and out of prison a lot, with nobody she could rely on after her grandmother passed away.  There were also the baker who’d served five years in prison due to gang relations, the mother of three who’d lacked the self-confidence, the baker who’d started on his own since before age twenty, they’d all found their brand new start in life at “Good Trees, Better Fruits”.

And so, this is the heart of this young couple, who saw a need of the younger generations, and gave them a place to work, to use their own abilities to make a living for themselves, and this shop offered its employees a brand new start on life, gave them another chance to begin anew in their own separate lives.

This is a good shop, with the beliefs of operations in helping others find their way!

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My Children’s Act of Kindness Toward a Stranger on the Bus on Our Trip to Japan

The most beautiful sight of a place is still, the people we encounter on our travels, translated…

As we exited the Hiroshima station of the Shinkansen that day, the afternoon from the previous day, our flight landed, with the rainy fronts, that followed us, all the way here, from Kobe.  But as travelers, we have no right to get upset over the weather, our next stop was the Shukkei-en, and we’d still, alighted the bus, and arrived there.

Different than how quiet the nighttime port of Kobe had been, the noontime station at Hiroshima was rowdy and populated, especially, there were so many faces of, foreigners, as a city, known during the war.  We’d followed the signs to before the bus stop, with already a long line before us, as we alighted, we were lucky to find a double-seat, and I’d, sat my children down.

On the way, not very many passengers got off, but there were people who’d climbed onboard along each and every stop, and, the crowd pushed me away from the seats, as we were about to arrive, I’d found that my daughter had my son on her lap, and the two of them leaned in to the windows and chit-chatted in their whispers, and, on the next seat, here was, a young boy, who’s about my son’s age, with blonde hair, blue eyes.  I’d called out to my children that we’re, getting off, the young boy first looked confused, then, seeing my children get up, he’d understood that they were, getting off, and, sat slanted, to allow them to get out.

As I was about to get off, I’d felt that someone grabbed my arm, I’d lifted my eyes, saw this, Caucasian woman, saying thank you to me repeatedly, as a mother, my instinct told me, that this must be that young boy’s mother.  Her thanks came from how my children, as they were sitting on the crowded bus, seeing that young boy get on, and sat together, and gave the boy a seat, so he won’t have to bump on the ride.  I’d returned her smile with my smile, took my children off the bus.  As I turned around to look, the two of them, mother and son sat by the windows, and waved hard to us, “bye-bye!”, and we’d, called back loudly too, knowing, that they can’t hear a thing on that crowded bus.

The rain still continued drizzling down, but it’d not affected the travelers one bit. The three children from two different countries, squished together in that tight seating space, but, the kindness was so wide.  As we’d headed to the Shukkei-en, it’s said that it was a miniature identical-twin of the sights of Xihu, but in my mind, my children already gave me that amazing scene on the bus ride from Hiroshima.

And so, this is the kindness of children working, and, this is the act of kindness from strangers, the children saw the need of that little boy who’s unsteady on the bus, and, gave a seat to him, and this kindness still doesn’t come from nowhere, it comes from the kids, being taught, and watching and modeling after their adults’ behaviors in their daily lives.

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