Vows to myself...
 

A piece about shifting one’s focus away from working things out with one’s partner or not working things out with one’s partner and instead focusing on the relationship with oneself:

So many people in relationships are reactive. And they can’t seem to work it out. But they stay together anyhow.

Sometimes I wonder if what’s going on can be cleared up with a little reframing.

Chances are if you’re having the same upsets and triggers over and over again, your partner is triggering your past unresolved trauma. And you’re triggering theirs.

So you’re not really fighting with each other. You’re fighting to be valued and you’re fighting for your dignity from a time in your life where you felt disrespected and invisible.

Your trauma and your partner’s trauma literally get mortised together to create its own trauma. But even so, it’s based on the circumstances from your own separate pasts.

The only solution I can think of reminds me of that old Buddhist parable: A father and his daughter were in the circus doing a trapeze act and they were both so worried about the other slipping and dying that they couldn’t feel at ease performing.

Of course the marriage/partnership situation is a bit different bc both people are worried the other person is trying to ruin the other’s life lol, but I think the words of the wise person that the father and his daughter sought guidance from applies to both:

You each have to take care of yourselves. Not each other. Only then can you have enough clarity and autonomy to perform at ease.

And in the context of a marriage/partnership: You have to heal yourself. It is literally impossible to heal your partner. In fact trying to do so will only further damage you both.

And so I think what even the most tumultuous relationships might benefit from is this: a deliberate agreement between each other that states—“If I am triggered, I will say nothing to my partner. Not a word. Instead, I will immediately go inside myself and self-soothe and work it out with myself.” And vice-versa.

You cannot work out a past trigger with someone who wasn’t even present in those old scenes. That trauma is for you to work out with yourself. And the same goes with the other person.

Both people can still express themselves and their needs, but not their triggers.

And if you’re not sure about the distinction, you can feel the difference. A need is: I need help with the dishes. A trigger is: They never support me. I’m all alone here.

A need is: Ok. I will do the dishes. I have to finish a few things first. A trigger is: All they do is demand things of me. I’m not appreciated.

A need is present time. A trigger has the emotional artillery behind it from decades past.

This technique isn’t to save your relationship with your partner. It’s to save your relationship with yourself.

Because feeling safe and autonomous in your own body is what’s necessary for you to enjoy your life.

And the added bonus is: If you can both do the work to practice being autonomous, then you may just find out what happens when you’re both autonomous together in the same room—you’re available in present time to enjoy the space you’re both inhabiting together.

When you stop investing all your energy into trying to turn another person into who you wish they would be for you, you can use that energy to invest in something that’s much more based in reality. And that is to invest in the relationship with the only person who you can change—yourself.

-JLK

 
Jessica Kane
So upset about what happened in Uvalde...
 

I’ve been thinking about the hours I listen to my son talking to other kids online. I don’t let him wear headphones and this is so I can listen and intervene when necessary.

I know not everyone can or would want to listen to what’s often a bunch of loud annoyingness interspersed with occasional adorableness and a lot of negotiation-building skills.

But I also hear a lot of reg flags.

I hear kids trying out being mean to each other. I hear them leaving each other out on purpose. I hear them being exposed to inappropriate material and turning it into a joke bc they don’t know how to process it. And I hear them laughing at people when they’re being vulnerable.

I’m able to intervene. And I do. Some call it helicopter parenting but sometimes, in my opinion, a fucking helicopter is what’s needed these days.

Bully behavior starts young. So do ways of concocting unsavory styles of defending oneself. Like purposely hurting someone after you’ve felt hurt. Or wanting to sabotage someone in micro-acts of revenge.

It’s junior caliber now, but if it goes unchecked, what might these kids grow into? A benign asshole? A perpetrator of domestic violence? A corrupt politician? Worse? Who knows.

My son has me to process all this stuff with him and I go to extremes to make sure he’s heard and validated and I make sure to help him understand the situation through my own perspective.

But some kids don’t have a parent to process with. I know I didn’t.

In fact a handful of times, I’ve heard kids get interrupted by a parent who storms in the room yelling, “Get the fuck of that fucking computer!”

I’ve heard parents refer to their kids as cry babies and tattle-tails and idiots.

In fact you can tell what kind of role-modeling the kid has by what comes out of their own mouths: Suck it up. Stop being a spoiled brat. You’re so stupid! You f-ing idiot! Don’t be such a baby. Etc etc.

I’m not really interested in words like ‘mental illness’. In fact I highly dislike that duo of words.

To me, here’s what exists: there’s actions and there’s consequences and there’s coping mechanisms and there’s support structures and there’s basic needs and there’s the passing of time.

When something bad happens to a kid, and there are consequences without support structures and the kid is also without resources to get their basic needs met, plus, has no skills to understand what’s happened or keeps happening to him—if this kid’s pain gets unbearable enough, over time, the kid will resort to coping strategies that can range from self-soothing, to self-destructing, to the destruction of others.

And in a society where the village has all but become extinct, and parents don’t have the resources they need for themselves let alone their children, and you’ve got social services that require a degree just to navigate the bureaucracy to access it… people will gravitate towards ways to cope with their pain that are much easier to access, like drugs and alcohol and distracting devices like screens and gaming…

And what about those tragic few who have become so completely unhinged, and are drowning in the hell of their circumstances with zero support and zero resources and their brains haven’t even had an opportunity to develop clear thinking?

Well, we already know what happens. They’re not going to go and meditate. Or stand in line to see a social worker.

They’re either going to become an addict of some substance that makes them feel better than their pain, or they’ll wind up in prison and maybe find some support in there, but for those few totally fucked up people, maybe they purchase an assault rifle and maybe they turn it on themselves or maybe they unfathomably turn it on another or unspeakably turn it on a group of innocent grocery shoppers or on a group of beautiful thriving innocent kids.

But to me, the flip side of this sickening awful equation is just as tragic. These politicians. These negotiators of policy that could in fact provide services to meet the needs of these parents and kids at these moments when they’ve fallen through the cracks.

Of course that’s not usually what happens bc what we’ve got a lot of, is politicians who are also not thinking clearly, who’ve also fallen through different kinds of cracks.

Who knows what some of these guys have gone through as kids—what actions led to which consequences—so that they’re now avoiding their own personal pain using coping strategies like getting elected on platforms that sound an awful lot like secret revenge for everyone who was dumb enough not to believe what they were capable of…

Standing before their constituents speaking revenge-talk disguised as morality, and finding every like-minded pissed-off person to agree with their tough love agendas, and with their promises to protect what they all worked so hard for, before it’s taken away by ‘them,’ whoever that is.

The intention of these sorts of agendas don’t sound to me like the goal is to contribute to society, but instead to make sure that what they personally stand for is so beyond criticism that their unresolved personal pain gets to be soothed by the loyalty of their constituents who believe their words to be so true, they figure they must be ordained by god himself.

Well to me, its disgusting. It’s one dysfunctional context feeding the other.

And it trickles down so that society’s investment becomes to protect this ‘moral’ fiber (aka the personal agenda of politicians needing to feel important and adored) instead of investing in mental health education in schools and in free access to health care (mental, physical, etc) for all, childcare and support for families, decent working wages and yes, gun control.

And I don’t see things getting much better so long as people are not based in reality.

When people are incapable of getting off their platforms to talk about what’s underneath them, when they’re speaking words to protect some unresolved pain or insecure part of themselves instead of speaking through values that care for all people. And they speak these words to other scared people who are going to run out to support their agenda. Well—that agenda turns into policy that has nothing to do with what’s real.

Because to me, what’s real is that there is no morality on earth, no Jesus on earth, no fetuses on earth, not even any democrats or republicans on earth.

There’s actions and there’s consequences and there’s coping mechanisms and there’s support structures and there’s basic needs and there’s the passing of time.

And there are human beings on earth coping without much other than pain and uncertainty.

They’re disconnected confused broke lonely, their education has little to do with what they really crave to learn—like, how to find a purpose that’s aligned with their interests, or a place to stand that feels like a place to feel proud of, and the skills to function with dignity and the courage to communicate what’s real for them, and to authentically connect with people instead of constantly feeling like they have to protect themselves. Not to mention the physical toll of living decades like this.

Thankfully there are a lot of quality humans that work hard to find solutions so that society can work for everyone.

But instead of making bridges between the people who need support and the people who have the skills to offer it, these other particular people in politics who are avenging their own unresolved issues from their past are going to keep standing in the way and have everyone watch how tough they are that they can have their equivalent of diarrhea in a public restroom and put a stop to everything.

There are a million issues that need to be improved upon, but in my opinion, considering what’s just happened, any jerk who would defend the right for anyone to own an assault rifle instead of switching allegiances to make sure assault rifles aren’t being sold to unhinged people is pathetic and embarrassing.

Owning an assault rifle is not a need. Quality mental health education in schools is a need. Support for families is a need. Universal Health care is a need. People listening and caring for people is a need. Politicians not being given hundreds of thousands of dollars to pretend to care about anything but being right is a need.

When politicians sit in their own context imagining they know what’s right for other contexts, it’s not only small-minded, but it’s a magnet for small-mindedness.

To me, quality policy makers leave their personal contexts to learn about what others need and get busy figuring out how to get those resources to people who need them, simply bc it’s the right thing to do.

-JLK

 
Jessica Kane
Thoughts about the NRA...
 

The thing that gets me about the culture of gun rights activists is that they would even WANT unhinged people being able to access their precious inventory of guns.

Wouldn’t they, of all people, want to be extremely selective about the kinds of people who deserve the right to carry guns?

They love the idea of citizenship. Wouldn’t they be the ones gathering together to demand congress pass laws so that their culture isn’t stained by people who aren’t properly vetted and registered to use guns to protect instead of to incite violence?

I’m amazed that staunch gun rights activists would not only waste their time defending these unhinged people’s ‘rights’ but that they wouldn’t use their time getting them as far away from their gun culture as possible.

To me it makes the NRA itself appear unhinged.

Guns don’t shoot themselves? That’s right. They’re either shot by law-abiding people who find it necessary to own a gun, or they’re shot by people who are looking for a way out of their hell and have found it easier to access a gun than to access help.

That the NRA has decided against common sense has shown, at least to me, that the entire organization has sunk beneath common sense.

Gathering together after the murder of children to banter about evil, as if evil exists on its own, as if it hasn’t been created and mass-produced with the help of an entire society whispering, “You have no value unless you are aggressive at every turn.”

So much immaturity.

And all their advocates and staunch supporters letting their own triggers be pulled like little mini Pavlov’s dogs at the mere mention of words like ‘assault rifle’ ‘ban weapons’ ‘background checks’.

The NRA and those who’ve received much of their fortunes through the NRA have trained their members to be attack dogs instead of offering their members a paradigm through which to think deeply and responsibly.

Poor Eddie Eagle would be in tears.

The NRA could be helping people to juggle multiple contexts at once and be available to discuss solutions with flexibility and nuance so that solutions could work to make not only the gun culture more respectable, but solutions that could actually help keep citizens safer.

But instead, they’ve dumbed it down to dangerous. They’ve indoctrinated their people to viciously support labels at the expense of better ideas.

Well to me, a loud voice is only good for one thing—sounding an emergency. And I hear all those people yelling, but not thinking clearly enough to identify the real emergency and what to do about it.

It’s listening and responding that brings change and invites intelligent conversation to begin.

-JLK

 
Jessica Kane
Plant a seed of peace in your heart...
 

Prayer That Came To Me At 3am:

You can plant a seed of peace in your heart instead of waiting on another to plant one for you. Water it daily, and you will feel this peace within you grow, regardless of your circumstances.

-JLK

 
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There's My Phone...
 

Sometimes I think people would rather keep their sacred self to themselves than risk pushing it through all their protective gear only to have it dismissed or worse, skipped right over. But the thing I’m realizing is how important it is to share your favorite part of yourself. Not for others, but for this part of you. So that it gets to blossom out in the world, instead of being forced to stay buried as a seed longing to reach its full potential.

 
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Something New Trying To Emerge...
 

Whenever I feel stuck, I long for a breakthrough. To crack my veneer and step outside of my safety and into something new.

But having a breakthrough isn’t a graceful process. We literally have to birth ourselves through something very small to enter the bigger space we long for.

I often wonder why we stop tallying milestones after walking and running. We still have to figure out where we want to go and who we want to be on our journey there.

And just the act of going anywhere can be a scary endeavor, because it’s so unpredictable. But yet, we also know that staying stuck winds up being equally deadly, maybe more.

I’m not saying we have to pack up and ship out.

Breaking through can be done not only in distances but in depths. So long as you travel somewhere, the destination doesn’t seem so important. Just that you’re breaking through what you already know to discover something new.

But when you do embark, please make sure you take with you some self-soothing for when you get hurt, and some values to anchor you so you don’t get lost.

And don’t forget to share what you discover, it just might help someone else feel less alone and stuck.

 
Jessica Kane
Prejudiced Hearts...
 

I have an idea for a great replacement—to replace the violent and ignorant idea that anyone’s worth is inherently greater than another because of what they look like or believe in, with recognizing that everyone has an equal right to be alive and to thrive and with access to resources to make this possible.

From A Book of Hearts.

 
Jessica Kane
The Day The Mourning Doves Almost Got Divorced
 

From Feed It to the Worms, a collection of very short stories for small children.

I woke up to a couple mourning doves fighting in my garden. They were yelling at each other nonstop to the point where I had to go outside and say, “Guys, what is going on?”

They both folded their wings and looked at the sky instead of each other and tapped their feet. And I said, “Hey, don’t you guys mate for life?” And they both shrugged.

“Come on, don’t tell me you’re gonna be the first mourning doves to get divorced?!”

They shrugged again.

“You’re gonna ruin your family’s tradition? Over what? What could be the big deal?”

And they both blurted out together, “She doesn’t listen to me!” “He doesn’t listen to me!” And then they both said, “See?”

“Oh boy,” I said. “I know what the problem is. Neither of you are wearing thinking caps.”

“What??” they both yelled. “Birds don’t wear thinking caps!”

“Hold on,” I said. And I went to my craft bin and made a couple really tiny caps and placed them on their tiny heads. And after a minute, they both smiled.

“You look funny,” the one said to the other.

“Oh yeah?” she laughed. “You look pretty funny yourself.”

And then they both started laughing.

“Now,” I said. “Whenever you get mad at each other, just put on your thinking caps and look at each other till you find something meaningful to connect about. Ok??”

And every morning since, I get woken up by these guys laughing their beaks off.

The End.

-JLK

 
Jessica Kane
When we fire zingers into people’s hearts to protect our own…
 

When we fire zingers into people’s hearts to protect our own…



I once saw a car swerve, right itself, and continue on without knowing that the car behind his wound up losing control and crashing into a guardrail.

 

Makes me wonder how many people have been pushed out of their lane, out of opportunities, or pushed into heightened states of panic or depression by people who simply had no awareness that they were the ones causing the trouble.

 

I wonder how many lives are wrecked by these unaware proverbial vehicles, who would never for a split second imagine that they were responsible for any of it? For any atrocity whatsoever?

 

Some people would rather run over everyone with reactiveness at the mere mention that they might have a blind spot, than consider that maybe they actually have something to do with the unhappy faces around them.

 

It’s an uncomfortable feeling to admit that we could be part of what’s causing problems. That in the midst of fighting our own private revolutionary wars we could be causing collateral damage. Firing zingers into people’s hearts to protect our own without realizing that those other people meant no harm.

 

When my mother passed, everyone who knew her called to say how sorry they were and to lament about how sad her life had been. Some even told me her life helped them to see how blessed their own was. 

 

But I wonder, did they stop for a second to consider their own complicity in any of the many circumstances that caused her to fall through the cracks, and sink so deeply that she literally passed on to another world? Did they imagine she dug her own grave solely by her own two hands?

 

Even when I tried to communicate that I felt some responsiblity for my mother’s death, they said, “Oh, you’re too hard on yourself.” Maybe, but why would I not take some responsibility? And why would they avoid seeing theirs?

 

It’s not easy to face the role we all play in the consequences of cause and effect. To take off our good guy costumes and at least recognize that life is complicated, and that our choices, in one way or another, impact other living breathing beings.

 

Not to shame or punish ourselves, but just to reposition ourselves from imagining we are observers to realizing that we have dissociated ourselves from the scheme of things to protect ourselves, but are still in fact part of all these actions and consequences.

 

So many of us wear the hat of open-mindedness but how often do we refuse to allow the passing through of anything that doesn’t support our personal agenda, refusing to consider at all costs that our personal politics, they way we run our individual lives, are part of the dysfunction at large?

 

For me, I think it’s important to consider that the way I once treated another might have been part of the reason they needed to find god. Or as Caroline Myss put it, part of their motivation for enrolling in primal scream therapy. Because it softens my edges and reminds me just how connected we all are, whether we like it or not.

And maybe if we realized just how connected we really are, we’d invest in building more bridges of understanding between us, instead of imagining we live on separate islands.

 

-JLK

 

 
Jessica Kane
Peck, Peck, Peck
 

Once upon a time, I gave a woodpecker a sandwich.

He couldn’t believe it. “All our lives,” he cried. “Pecking away at trees . . . giving ourselves headaches . . . and we could have been eating sandwiches!?”

I felt so terrible, I made him some to bring back to his family.

His family had a similar reaction. But once they calmed down, they were glad to have the sandwiches.

And ever since, the forest has been much more peaceful.

Though I wish they could figure out how to make the sandwiches themselves.

The End

-JLK

From Feed It to the Worms, a collection of very short stories for small children.

 
Jessica Kane
Staying put in my difficult circumstances...
 

I’m not a religious person, but sometimes, I like to think of the trinity as a metaphor to understand perspectives—the father/mother, son/daughter, and the Holy Spirit—all contexts, all ways of getting along with ourselves and other people—and a way to juggle these different contexts at the same time: to see ourselves as the children we’ve been; to see ourselves as parents, parenting our children as well as our younger selves; and to also see ourselves as a container of Being, that’s part of our person but also capable of being beyond our person, by rising up to that top floor of things where we can access that heavenly perspective, that place where we can see so clearly that life on the ground floor—being triggered and angry and judgmental, passionate and aspiring—are simply the ingredients of the surviving world, where everyone’s got a different mouth and trying at the same time to hunt for the sustenance to feed it.

From up on that top floor we can see that really, everyone is doing the very best we can do with our particular relationship with the sustenance we have access to, and with the sustenance we so badly need and long for but don't have access to—and this perspective can give us a bit of compassion for what we're all going through, and a bit of the realization that maybe, we can make things a little more beautiful and a little more meaningful for ourselves and others, if we are only willing to bring down some of that heavenly perspective to the ground floor of life.

Maybe when Jesus was nailed to that cross, to that infamous trinity, he looked down and realized the enormity of Thy Will Be Done, because he was seeing things, literally had no choice but to see things, from that heavenly perspective. And being that he had no choice, his clarity was ignited—knowing finally, and with utmost certainty, that the striving for fulfillments that feed us down there on the ground floor are one thing, but the fulfillment of aligning one’s purpose with that heavenly perspective feeds the soul immortal.

Maybe he realized that this top floor perspective, and his journey that led to being literally crucified there by people who really didn’t know what they were doing, ignited that awesome realization that this journey was his path, his scripture. That from this heavenly perspective, there was no reason to feel crucified in the murderous sense, but to almost thank all those folks for giving him that inadvertent opportunity to learn what he ultimately needed to learn. Which was then followed by that divine urgency to return to the ground floor and share with these others what he so desperately needed them to know—that the world is not crucifying you—it’s just doing what it’s doing. And if you come up here, where I was, and see things from my perspective, you can find some relief and some compassion and some clarity, and then bring a bit back down with you so you too, can share it with those who don't yet understand.

In my own life when I’m on the ground floor and when I don’t remember that the top floor perspective even exists, it feels like I’m being crucified by my circumstances, and it feels like I have no ability to be flexible to see circumstances from any higher place. In fact, I only want to escape.

But if I can just stay put in my difficult circumstances; keep myself attached to them by my own will, I will remember that there is another way to see things. That the higher perspective, when I’m aligned with it, will always remind me that I’m on my path. And even though there's tremendous suffering in the world, caused both by my own hand and by the hand of others, that all of our paths are our personal scripture. And that the story of our scripture is not merely to be comfortable, but to expand our perspectives, even as it hurts to do so, and then, to return back to the ground floor to share what we’ve learned up there with the people in our lives, and share it through our hearts, before we ultimately return to that most holy of contexts.

-JLK

 
Jessica Kane
An Eye for an Eye
 

If we ever get mad at each other,

I’ll give you my eye and you give me yours.

Just till we see where we’re coming from.

-JLK

 
Jessica Kane
Feed It to the Worms
 

If you ever get scared, or mean, and you wonder if maybe you’re not such a good or brave kid after all . . . I’ll tell you what you do:

Take those feelings and feed ’em to the worms.

“Did you say worms?”

Yes, I did.

Did you know, no matter where you are,

underneath you, there’s a world of worms?

Even if you’re on the top of a skyscraper or on an airplane-

way down under the ground, the worms are there. And they’re hungry.

And you know what they like to eat best? All your bad feelings.

Tastes just like pizza to them. Yup. Even the ones that make you want to bite your mom, or make you wanna throw your toys,

or make you wake up crying in the middle of the night.

Just gather them all up and toss ’em all down.

The wormies’ll thank you.

They thank me all the time!

-JLK

From Feed It to the Worms, a collection of very short stories for small children.

 
Jessica Kane
Sorry
 

After my mother passed, I sometimes felt baffled and even more alone by the words people would say to express their condolences. But at some point, I realized that when someone dies, the language of condolences just needs to be translated. It’s a very simple translation. Basically, every offering of condolence can be translated into, “Death is painful and strange. And I don’t really have the right words to say. But I wanted to say something. Because I care.”

-JLK

 
Jessica Kane
Dark night of the soul...
 

An illustration of me, when I’m on the verge of pushing through my pain and discomfort to have an insight, but have had enough and reach over and pick up my phone instead, lol.

No shame though.

Insights come when insights come.

If I’m available to have an insight, it can come from pushing through pain, from meditating, being stuck in traffic, making the same and just about the only dinner my son will eat, talking with a customer service rep, being there to read or comment on a friend’s post… anything.

In my opinion, whatever you’re connecting with is precious, as long as you’re present to what you’re connecting with, so you can recognize its preciousness.

-JLK

 
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Not everyone starts the day with the same number of spoons...
 

Not everyone starts the day with the same number of spoons.

Some of us are still depleted from the day before, or the year before, or generations before.

Some people are doing the work of three people all by themselves, which means they’ve likely got a spoon deficit and are running on fumes.

It's difficult to find the spoons to deal with all the stuff we have going on.

But we can help each other conserve what spoons we have left by asking ourselves before we speak or act, “Am I about to deplete this person’s spoons or ease their burden?”

So many times we judge our words and actions based on what WE find useful or amusing, and have little or no awareness of how it might land for another—as toxic, or nourishing.

I realize more and more that world peace truly does begin with immediate vicinity peace.

So just as I have a keenly calibrated radar for whether or not I’m being treated fairly, I try to remember to check in with myself to make sure I'm not covertly or unknowingly generating toxicity that another person is going to have to work hard to heal from.

And if I do happen to have any extra spoons, I can give them away through my support. Chances are, I know someone who could use them.

-JLK

"Spoon theory is a metaphor that is used to describe the amount of mental or physical energy a person has available for daily activities and tasks. It was developed by Christine Miserandino in 2003 as a way to express how it felt to have lupus. She used spoons to provide a visual representation of units of energy that a person might have and how chronic illness forces her to plan out her days and actions in advance, so as not to run out of energy, or spoons, before the end of the day. It has since been applied to other phenomena, such as other disabilities, mental health issues, marginalization, and other factors that might place an extra – often unseen – burden on some individuals."

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spoon_theory

 
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If you’re having a hard time...
 

I think one reason people don’t tell the truth about what’s so for them, is because of the things they’ve heard people say behind the backs of other people going through similar stuff:

They should get help.
She used to have it so together.
I feel so sad for him.
It’s such a shame.
She’s had such a hard life.

But the only people who judge another for a trip to the abyss are those who haven’t visited there themselves.

So if you’re having a hard time, please don’t feel stigmatized. And please don’t hesitate to ask for help. But—please make sure to ask the right people for help.

Find someone who’s returned from their own abyss, someone who knows how easy it is to wind up there.

Sometimes the journey to the abyss is just a few thoughts or circumstances away.

Those people know how to navigate down there. They can lend you a light so you can look around down there and find friends. Not shame.

-JLK

 
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