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Let me begin this post by backtracking a bit, best viagra capsule as it has been months (yet again) since my last blog. It will also help illustrate a paralleled point of view from my other ventures and trips.

It was last August in 2012, buy viagra when my husband and I were invited by Land Rover to a neatly packaged experience that added to our memory bank of education and adventure. The well organized event projected a wise approach, typically adopted by successful companies who sell items to commemorate meaningful experiences in people’s lives. Take for instance, Aaron Basha, a jewelry company out of New York with their baby shoe pendants. Each pendant gifted to a new mother represents that tangible life experience around her newborn. The psychology, even when reversed works the same way when companies sell an experience to associate a product with. Provided the event is successful, which takes planning, dedication and discipline, its effectiveness goes beyond marketing goals, because as human beings, we ultimately operate from the heart. Without an identifiable or associated memoir, most objects simply remain as they are— THINGS.

We have owned Land Rovers before, but that simple fact turned into something associated with pride, after attending the event dubbed “an Off Road Experience”.  The article on Autoweek covered other car companies for their positive brand experiences, besides Land Rover who featured photos of Richard (my husband) driving the white LR4. Read the article by clicking on the photo; but read this first. :)

*”Ties That Bind” Article On Autoweek

Many models of Land Rovers were personally experienced by aficionados, carefully led by passionately trained instructors. Suspensefully driven around the majestic terrains of Moab, UT, it was a hands on, sometimes challenging but memorable experience, where later, its participants engaged with each other at wonderfully set up picnics and dinners. After feeling like little engines that could, we departed in the end with what Land Rover hoped to have left in us–a lasting and happy impression of their vehicles and brand.  Land Rover, in my opinion, was brilliant in subliminally selling itself, as I began to tag the photos I took with words that stayed with me: luxurious, reliable, nostalgic, secure, adventurous, and amazing! Really, who doesn’t want all that?

Fast forward to January of 2013, when we went to Belize for the first time. Similarly, but by an impressive resort development called Sanctuary Belize offering properties that can be bought based on a compelling promise, the experience was like music–a prelude to a leisurely and idyllic life that one could have. The few days spent there were enough to make me want to come back a second or third time, if only for the people we met who shared the same desires. I was indeed, very intrigued and maybe even emotionally hooked.

There sat what is and will be a community, offering amenities along with dreams come true for many who are either seeking refuge from government interferences, and or simply wanting freedom and release from the stresses of a crowded or busy life.  Although mine isn’t a crowded setting where we are in Rancho Santa Fe, California, the development was upon me like a Jurassic Park, short of the dinosaurs, lush in vegetation and with organic quality, ecologically aware, hash-tagged #responsible, protective and proud of its innocence.

*The Kanantik Hotel huts in Belize

And while it would necessitate time to prove its success because it is altogether still without the infrastructure in place, I was already captivated by the natural bits of heaven it offered– those that simply cannot be staged and were at the core of its spirit surrounded by Caribbean blue waters.

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*At the Sanctuary Caye Private Island

First off, it was as if its pure air alone was holy enough to cleanse and transform even the toughest cynic. Perhaps I associated it with good times experienced in the southern Philippines while at a relative’s estate. It had the same thatched huts, coconut trees and swinging palm trees! Threaded with other memories of days floating on a bamboo raft at the middle of the clearest waters over white sand, it had a hypnotic effect. The PH balance on my skin also became a testament to it being a happy place. And that’s not to say I didn’t also appreciate the wonderful efforts made by Sanctuary Belize.  From the boat rides to enjoying a terrific massage at sea, in an open and perfectly framed picture of its private island for residents, we simply had a great time! The experience would not have been made comfortable, without their doting services of even getting me the pair of flip-flops I forgot to pack! We also made new friends and I’m already looking forward to reconnecting with a number of them.

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Through it all, the only fear one could sensibly entertain, is if the promise was unmet after the number of years it may yet take to fully complete the project.  I mean, who knows how fast it could all happen, given the economic times? However, even as I was made happy enough by a couple of large sea shells that sat as décor around large bowls of Cevice and flowing rum punches, the referred King and Queen of shells were freely gifted, in spite of the fact I offered to buy them.

Belize just seemed pure, unscathed by wants beyond need, protected by contentment. I even noticed a progressive calm in people after days of just being “there”, where no sooner, a few wanted a piece of it for their “here and now.” New friends shared of their plans to enjoy it with horses on the equestrian side of the property, while another, quickly snatched parcels around the man made canals or lagoons.

While it holds true to many of us that it takes work to finally relax, that’s just a given oddity in life, isn’t it? That’s because we still want our modern amenities, and we will continue to protect our investments by scrutinizing a place before we will want to call it “home”. But we also get excited about new prospects!

You see, I believe that in each of us is a child, subconsciously associating and perhaps even projecting many past feelings with present experiences. I mean, why is being cradled by a hammock so inviting? Could it be so reminiscent of being held by a parent, rocking us gently where there is no mistaking that life was similarly, a beach without worries, during those precious early years?

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Let’s go beyond the aesthetics. New to Belizeans inhabiting the land, I only noticed smiles and an eagerness to please without expectation of anything. There simply were no signs of looking for heavy tips and compensation, commonly experienced in capitalistic nations. Even as Richard and I wandered off on our own with a local, just to make sure we saw it from the inside out, it was still Gilligan’s island with what seemed to be a steady stream of sincerity. And the lagoons beyond the vicinity onwards Placencia, they were as serene as the sunsets.

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There, life flows, flowers and vegetable gardens grow, and fish is so easily caught even from its shores.

Bananas frequently accompany the staple of rice mixed with beans. And the served chicken and pork were as funky as music, rhythmically suggesting a dance with all sorts of spices. I have no doubt you can have it your way as well; just don’t expect the Kobe beef. Still– by some means, I’m sure one can arrange to bring them in. But whether you’re kayaking, horse riding, swimming, fishing, taking photographs or simply reading with your feet up– while there, it’s hard not to simply BE in a place like Belize.

Marketing plays an important role in any trade, and we certainly want to be a part of reliable organizations.  No doubt, Sanctuary Belize orchestrated a wonderful experience for us, which is an example of plain, good management.  But beyond all efforts, it was rather comforting to know there is still such a place on earth, one can call–a sanctuary.  The developers did the right thing calling it just that!  Sanctuary Belize.

 

*In solitude, light comes from love, regardless of time and nature

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“Love is like dew that falls on both nettles and lilies.” ~Swedish Proverb

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A Second Look With The Third Eye (The Algodones)

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Spent possibly one of the best times of my life here, generic cialis cialis with friends and company colleagues. Hoi An has everything from the mountains to the seas, discount viagra old culture to modern conveniences. I even got hugs from market ladies. There is no lack for anything in the spirit of the people of Hoi An, especially from those who make the simplest of living.

*more pictures to come.

I had just returned from Asia with two weeks spent in Bangkok, viagra buy and Phuket, Ho Chi Minh City, Hoi An and Danang. My body was still healing from a war with the beach bugs and mosquitos of the crazy tropics, when off I went a second time to the California desert, risking my skin to even MORE markings! Also recuperating from days of back ache, possibly from the many hours of flying plus a San Diego blackout upon my return that tested my cooking skills in the dark, I pushed to keep up with a group of photographers headed for the Algodones on the 17th of September.

Cookies & Cream

Grounded

Amadeus

And so I thought, I had better mentally rise above the physical hurdles that came with my having “too much fun.” After all, what’s another night out trekking the dunes, after some globe trotting that turned out well? But truly, the thought of simply amassing more pictures of the Dunes was really not that motivating.  I knew I had to do something “different.” With all of the same, sand bugs awaiting and in the condition I was in, I knew this trip could very well turn out to be, well, just another bugger.  Pun intended!

Feeling tired, I contemplated while driving 160 miles south of San Diego.  I thought, these pictures had better be worth a second round of effort!  But how so, when I was going to arrive late, just when the sun was setting? Shoot!  Was I going to miss the sunset?  That morning was so hectic when I vacillated on the thought of going and not going.  Still, I managed to grill a salmon and prepare a salad to share, thanks to two tablets of Aleve, until I finally got myself into the car.  I felt that dinner was probably all I would make it to and the night shoot thereafter.

Night Cap

At that point, I could only surrender to what already was and allowed myself to go through the motion as that complete Artist, leaving things to chance. With eyes wide open, I left it to the third eye to find me a way, and kept driving on.  I was obliging, even if I was not going to have as many shots of the Dunes, arriving just as the sun was beginning to set. Somehow, I made it. With my “come what may” mindset, I at least scurried like the sand was too hot on my feet and took my shots a few yards behind the group.

My Shadow

 

 

Whole Grain

I  experimented with filters and did things out of my norm, with a huge desire to push the usual.  I was looking to do something different. I ended up with pink sands, amber, magenta and purple skies. I pushed Kelvins (unit of measurement for tonal temperature in images), and gave up exposures I knew would normally work!  I ran the risk of having pictures I may not like.  But I really had nothing to lose. This isn’t a job! And hooray for that!

Undoubtedly, the company was altogether wonderful.  The very talented group is definitely one to be a part of!  Familiar faces and possible new friends awaited to partake in a shared pursuit, but no Michael Hartman who heads the pack.   He played Pandora stations while the bonfire flickered from the last time, and I missed that!  Still, we had the essentials and focused on the main event.  I sprayed bug spray, had citronella beads, remembered laughing enough through dinner and enjoyed going out on a limb from the peaks of sand dunes, with my whole new approach.

Blushing Dreams

Imperial Dawn

Superstar

The Rising Colors

We woke up early to greet the rising sun with our cameras and tripods, and I made up for lost time by going higher up the dunes. The dawning of the day was over very quickly.  By 9:00 a.m., I went further up, while everyone started to head down, ready to pack up and head back. I did what I had to do. The group was more than ready to leave with enough photos in their memory cards, but they kindly waited for me at the camp site.

It was about 9:45 when we all finally took off–together. Well, as I was driving along, I saw signs of food outlets and veered off Dogwood Street, letting the group drive on to San Diego without me.  LOL  I first stopped off at a Starbucks where I had a chance to review the photos I took.  Realizing the direction I was going with colors and artsy post processing, I decided to head back to the Dunes. I spent another hour up another side for a few more differing shots.  And a few more they were, as I didn’t last that long.


I got more stingy bites as I stood by trees alongside the power towers and had to ignore the pain as I climbed to take my last shots.  The desert was mine and mine alone, except for this one dude who parked his buggy for sale at the field. He left after he realized I was his only audience!  The place was absolutely deserted!  This time, no pun intended.

Bounce

Dude

A Serenade

With multicolor skies and golden sands documented, it was time to save my body from the useless buggers!  I felt that I made some kind of effort, and I rather liked that!

Higher Up

It was time to get on home, but I really needed to stop and nurse my insect bites with balm and take an allergy pill.  I was also starving.  I found a Chinese restaurant in El Centro that was odd enough to be totally Hispanic.  Yet they served a terrific Mapo tofu dish with red chillies, and a perfectly steamed and seasoned sea bass.  I can’t remember the restaurant’s name but it was close enough to the border’s check point.  The waiters and all their customers spoke Spanish.   It was as if they expected me to speak the language, because it was an immediate “Hola!  Buenos tardes!  Que quiere usted?”   Obligingly once again, I responded perfectly, just like any illegal immigrant from Ranch Santa Fe.  Laugh out loud!  I felt like an absolute alien. Everyone was Mexican in this Chinese restaurant.

Moonwalk To Home

But que rico! It was a great stop that replenished my exhausted body.  And by the time I got home, I was contented with the decisions I made.  I knew I had work to do on colors and the surreal tones I wanted to explore beyond the usual cream and warm tones of the dunes.  But it was time to prepare for yet another trip!  I’ll tell you more about that later.

dunes-of-goldIn the end, the Dunes of Gold was what I needed to see.  This image alone was enough for me to have suffered a little more for! If you hadn’t already read the blog from my first visit to the Algodones, please do.  You’ll understand just why this is special to me.  Thanks to the polarizing and warm pink filters, I was able to give the sand its needed tonal range, and then pushed the colors towards the yellows and amber in Photoshop’s HDR toning.

I hope you can appreciate my approach of the Algodones, this second time around.  To me, there are two ways of photographing.  You can show a subject as it really is, or as you see it or dream it to be.

ART by the aid of the third eye, was definitely what made it all pleasurable for me.   Give me rich colors and visuals–anytime!

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Imperial Sand Dunes & Golden Dreams

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When I was ten, viagra usa sildenafil I had a dream that stayed with me for days and years. Unsure of it then, viagra usa it really felt more like a nightmare that left me petrified upon waking. It had to do with HUGE amounts of sand.

In it, I came upon a wall of golden particles, from which I knocked out a single grain. In no time, the wall broke loose and released tides of the wonder dust that endlessly fell on me, leaving me breathless as I struggled to pull myself to the surface.  Still grasping for air, suddenly, the dunes I found myself in, turned into a sea of golden coins!  Instantaneously, I was swimming in a sea of treasure, money that kept coming, sometimes hurting my skin as as they rolled in like tides and dropped from above me like rain.  You think I’d say yay,  right?  Well, not quite.

As a child, the money didn’t mean the same to me then.  It was just…well…money!  But as I recounted the experience to my parents, through beads of sweat, tears and a developing high fever, I remember them chuckling at the details I shared… even applauding the wonderfulness of my bizarre but magical dream!  Oh the irony!  In the eyes of a child, this was all too strange and terrifying.




Fast forward to Saturday, June 16, 2011, I was confronted by a similar golden dream; only this time, I was wide awake.  The sun was soon setting when friends and I met up to photograph –the Algodones, also known as the Imperial Sand Dunes.  Located by the border of Arizona and Baja in El Centro, California, these sand dunes are simply amazing.  If I was left breathless, it was because of its wonder and vastness that constantly changed as the winds shifted through the hours.  Like sands in an gigantic hourglass, it keeps turning through sunrises, sunsets and moonlit nights, as I found differences in the swoop and falls after being there for just a night.  Well, I must admit, I was also left breathless by the heat and heavy gear I carried along while trekking through its steep terrains.  Not to begrudgingly mention the challenge of having to use a loose tripod when trying to capture these images, but I was a bit ruffled, when I lost a part that held it together during the first hike up.  I was quickly reminded of my dream when I found it tough to climb to the peaks, breathing heavily in pursuit of ..a beautiful picture.






The goal was to photograph.  But at some point, I personally sought to first absorb the feelings from its surroundings.  The feeling of being nowhere–somewhere, alone and removed while accompanied, and the feeling from contradicting light and shadows, managing to harmonize with each other, were those I felt in the mind boggling infinity of sand.  I guess, in retrospect, it was then when the dunes suddenly turned to gold.  There I stood, amidst the stretch of matter created by nature, simply belonging and sharing in its true big picture.  As the sun began to set, golden hues reflected alongside darker greys and blues.  The colors from different angles reflected possibilities of all kinds.  It was a lot to absorb and assess all at once.   Like life itself, it was rather overwhelming, making me turn everywhere, following shadows and light.  But the image of  Nike’s slogan, telling me to “just do it” had me smiling in no time.  By then, I was quietly laughing to myself.  In life, sometimes you just gotta do it.  Take the picture already.  It just may come out better than you think.

After a replenishing dinner around a camp fire, the night was kinder in temperature and a bit more encouraging for a second hike.  The moon shined brightly, and the Yuma city lights were aglow in the distance through shadows of more rolling sand hills.  Though it was challenging to have held my camera by its strap on that wobbly ballhead, photographing into the early hours of the morning was truly a lot of fun.  The stillness of the night against the tonal colors of the images I saw beyond the viewfinder, kept me reassured that I was there for good reason.  Gold was to be seen in its other forms and point in time.

Suddenly, I found myself grateful that I was given the other gifts that rolled into my life–like my camera and lenses.  Hitting hard against my skin like those golden coins, I didn’t mind them this time, as I hiked for more beauty and wonder.  Sweating and feverish like in the dream of long ago, this time it was because of excitement.  I couldn’t wait to capture and share the details from my waking dream, where the morning after was a wealth of more knowledge, and hopefully–a bit more skill, collected for myself.

After a third hike by 10:00 a.m., I acknowledged the rising heat and decided I had enough gold for now.  Well, it got rather HOT!

From the Imperial Sand Dunes, here’s a gist of what I learned:

*everything constantly changes

*our perspective finds us at the point of where we stand and with what we know

*experiencing life’s beauty can be challenging, especially, after we lose something

*it takes time and effort to reach the top

*it’s easier and faster to reach the top on a lighter load

*it’s alright to stand alone and all fear disappears when we know we are never really alone

*reaching the top is sweeter when shared with someone

*light and shadows on hills and valleys complement each other for a unique picture and experience

*joy can be experienced at any time, night or day

*sharing what we have (knowledge, food or drink) is a gratifying experience

*golden dreams exist in wake or sleep


And there I was in the midst of nothing and everything–trying to absorb it all–photographed by Michael Robert Hartman

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In an effort to better understand Valentine’s Day, cialis usa viagra I read up on some of its history and then stumbled upon a figure that 85% of all Valentines today are purchased by women.  This shouldn’t have surprised me, generic viagra but I was hoping by now, men would have been seeded enough by this romantic tradition that began as far as 270 AD, marking St. Valentine’s death and burial.  Evidently, women remain to be the majority of hopeless romantics who support the continued marketing of cards, chocolates, flowers and gifts on this special day.   And who could blame them?

But first, who was St. Valentine?  Today, the Catholic Church recognized three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, all of whom were martyred.  One legend that remains on the forefront was of Valentine, the Roman priest who continued to perform secret marriages for young lovers, much against the decree made by Emperor Claudius II, outlawing marriage for young men.   You see, the Roman Emperor believed young, single men made better soldiers than those who were married and consumed by other responsibilities.   So, for having defied the order, Valentine was thrown in jail and ordered to his death.   But apparently, the priest also loved a young woman who was presumed to have been his jailer’s daughter.  And for her, he wrote a love letter which he signed, “From your Valentine.”

Later, during the Middle Ages, it was also commonly believed in France and England that February 14 was the beginning of birds’ mating season, which added to the idea that the middle of February — Valentine’s Day — should be a day for romance.  Thereafter, through the centuries,  many little girls also read enough tales to believe relationships must contain the emotion that overwhelms them when chased, being swept off their feet by luscious words, attention and affection from suitors.  Except for Cinderella who went for the Prince, regardless, the words “happily ever after” usually came at the end of stories and fairy tales like Sleeping Beauty, who was awakened by a kiss, powerful enough to get her out of eternal coma.  The kiss was really about a simple love expressed.  In truth, it’s not unlike the little tokens exchanged on this celebrated day of hearts.

With a combination of history and its conditioning effects, it shouldn’t be surprising that women make for that 85% statistic of today’s Valentine givers.  As a result, like Rapunzel, women are just more willing to let their hair down, in order for love to happen.

It’s been a long time running since the 17th century, when in Great Britain, the day became popularly celebrated, even amongst friends and not just lovers.  The tradition that was then condoned by a need to express feelings, especially during those days when direct expression was discouraged, lives on today, despite a more open society—BECAUSE of women.  Especially by those who have experienced childbearing and rearing, they understand that expression of love and affection is synonymous to “nurturing”, imperative for man’s survival.   Whether by fairy tales, Valentine the priest or love notes spurred by a puritanical era, the world simply needs to keep the love going and moving about.

And sure enough, through history, it found a way through Valentine, ignited by his love for a woman.  Therefore, by and because of women, there will be always be confessions, confections, read notes along with roses, music and poetry.  Rest assured, love will always be here to stay.

Have a great Valentine’s Day ahead!

And if you’re still looking for beautiful gifts, Hapa Haoli has the following in the colors that bespeak love on this special day:

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But first, who was St. Valentine?  Today, the Catholic Church recognized three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, all of whom were martyred.  One legend that remains on the forefront was of Valentine, the Roman priest who continued to perform secret marriages for young lovers, much against the decree made by Emperor Claudius II, outlawing marriage for young men.   You see, the Roman Emperor believed young, single men made better soldiers than those who were married and consumed by other responsibilities.   So, for having defied the order, Valentine was thrown in jail and ordered to his death.   But apparently, the priest also loved a young woman who was presumed to have been his jailer’s daughter.  And for her, he wrote a love letter which he signed, “From your Valentine.”

Later, during the Middle Ages, it was also commonly believed in France and England that February 14 was the beginning of birds’ mating season, which added to the idea that the middle of February — Valentine’s Day — should be a day for romance.  Thereafter, through the centuries,  many little girls also read enough tales to believe relationships must contain the emotion that overwhelms them when chased, being swept off their feet by luscious words, attention and affection from suitors.  Except for Cinderella who went for the Prince, regardless, the words “happily ever after” usually came at the end of stories and fairy tales like Sleeping Beauty, who was awakened by a kiss, powerful enough to get her out of eternal coma.  The kiss was really about a simple love expressed.  In truth, it’s not unlike the little tokens exchanged on this celebrated day of hearts.

With a combination of history and its conditioning effects, it shouldn’t be surprising that women make for that 85% statistic of today’s Valentine givers.  As a result, like Rapunzel, women are just more willing to let their hair down, in order for love to happen.

It’s been a long time running since the 17th century, when in Great Britain, the day became popularly celebrated, even amongst friends and not just lovers.  The tradition that was then condoned by a need to express feelings, especially during those days when direct expression was discouraged, lives on today, despite a more open society—BECAUSE of women.  Especially by those who have experienced childbearing and rearing, they understand that expression of love and affection is synonymous to “nurturing”, imperative for man’s survival.   Whether by fairy tales, Valentine the priest or love notes spurred by a puritanical era, the world simply needs to keep the love going and moving about.

And sure enough, through history, it found a way through Valentine, ignited by his love for a woman.  Therefore, by and because of women, there will be always be confessions, confections, read notes along with roses, music and poetry.  Rest assured, love will always be here to stay.

Have a great Valentine’s Day ahead!

And if you’re still looking for beautiful gifts, Hapa Haoli has the following in the colors that bespeak love on this special day:

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But first, who was St. Valentine?  Today, the Catholic Church recognized three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, all of whom were martyred.  One legend that remains on the forefront was of Valentine, the Roman priest who continued to perform secret marriages for young lovers, much against the decree made by Emperor Claudius II, outlawing marriage for young men.   You see, the Roman Emperor believed young, single men made better soldiers than those who were married and consumed by other responsibilities.   So, for having defied the order, Valentine was thrown in jail and ordered to his death.   But apparently, the priest also loved a young woman who was presumed to have been his jailer’s daughter.  And for her, he wrote a love letter which he signed, “From your Valentine.”

Later, during the Middle Ages, it was also commonly believed in France and England that February 14 was the beginning of birds’ mating season, which added to the idea that the middle of February — Valentine’s Day — should be a day for romance.  Thereafter, through the centuries,  many little girls also read enough tales to believe relationships must contain the emotion that overwhelms them when chased, being swept off their feet by luscious words, attention and affection from suitors.  Except for Cinderella who went for the Prince, regardless, the words “happily ever after” usually came at the end of stories and fairy tales like Sleeping Beauty, who was awakened by a kiss, powerful enough to get her out of eternal coma.  The kiss was really about a simple love expressed.  In truth, it’s not unlike the little tokens exchanged on this celebrated day of hearts.

With a combination of history and its conditioning effects, it shouldn’t be surprising that women make for that 85% statistic of today’s Valentine givers.  As a result, like Rapunzel, women are just more willing to let their hair down, in order for love to happen.

It’s been a long time running since the 17th century, when in Great Britain, the day became popularly celebrated, even amongst friends and not just lovers.  The tradition that was then condoned by a need to express feelings, especially during those days when direct expression was discouraged, lives on today, despite a more open society—BECAUSE of women.  Especially by those who have experienced childbearing and rearing, they understand that expression of love and affection is synonymous to “nurturing”, imperative for man’s survival.   Whether by fairy tales, Valentine the priest or love notes spurred by a puritanical era, the world simply needs to keep the love going and moving about.

And sure enough, through history, it found a way through Valentine, ignited by his love for a woman.  Therefore, by and because of women, there will be always be confessions, confections, read notes along with roses, music and poetry.  Rest assured, love will always be here to stay.

Have a great Valentine’s Day ahead!

And if you’re still looking for beautiful gifts, Hapa Haoli has the following in the colors that bespeak love on this special day:

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But first, who was St. Valentine?  Today, the Catholic Church recognized three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, all of whom were martyred.  One legend that remains on the forefront was of Valentine, the Roman priest who continued to perform secret marriages for young lovers, much against the decree made by Emperor Claudius II, outlawing marriage for young men.   You see, the Roman Emperor believed young, single men made better soldiers than those who were married and consumed by other responsibilities.   So, for having defied the order, Valentine was thrown in jail and ordered to his death.   But apparently, the priest also loved a young woman who was presumed to have been his jailer’s daughter.  And for her, he wrote a love letter which he signed, “From your Valentine.”

Later, during the Middle Ages, it was also commonly believed in France and England that February 14 was the beginning of birds’ mating season, which added to the idea that the middle of February — Valentine’s Day — should be a day for romance.  Thereafter, through the centuries,  many little girls also read enough tales to believe relationships must contain the emotion that overwhelms them when chased, being swept off their feet by luscious words, attention and affection from suitors.  Except for Cinderella who went for the Prince, regardless, the words “happily ever after” usually came at the end of stories and fairy tales like Sleeping Beauty, who was awakened by a kiss, powerful enough to get her out of eternal coma.  The kiss was really about a simple love expressed.  In truth, it’s not unlike the little tokens exchanged on this celebrated day of hearts.

With a combination of history and its conditioning effects, it shouldn’t be surprising that women make for that 85% statistic of today’s Valentine givers.  As a result, like Rapunzel, women are just more willing to let their hair down, in order for love to happen.

It’s been a long time running since the 17th century, when in Great Britain, the day became popularly celebrated, even amongst friends and not just lovers.  The tradition that was then condoned by a need to express feelings, especially during those days when direct expression was discouraged, lives on today, despite a more open society—BECAUSE of women.  Especially by those who have experienced childbearing and rearing, they understand that expression of love and affection is synonymous to “nurturing”, imperative for man’s survival.   Whether by fairy tales, Valentine the priest or love notes spurred by a puritanical era, the world simply needs to keep the love going and moving about.

And sure enough, through history, it found a way through Valentine, ignited by his love for a woman.  Therefore, by and because of women, there will be always be confessions, confections, read notes along with roses, music and poetry.  Rest assured, love will always be here to stay.

Have a great Valentine’s Day ahead!

And if you’re still looking for beautiful gifts, Hapa Haoli has the following in the colors that bespeak love on this special day:

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But first, who was St. Valentine?  Today, the Catholic Church recognized three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, all of whom were martyred.  One legend that remains on the forefront was of Valentine, the Roman priest who continued to perform secret marriages for young lovers, much against the decree made by Emperor Claudius II, outlawing marriage for young men.   You see, the Roman Emperor believed young, single men made better soldiers than those who were married and consumed by other responsibilities.   So, for having defied the order, Valentine was thrown in jail and ordered to his death.   But apparently, the priest also loved a young woman who was presumed to have been his jailer’s daughter.  And for her, he wrote a love letter which he signed, “From your Valentine.”

Later, during the Middle Ages, it was also commonly believed in France and England that February 14 was the beginning of birds’ mating season, which added to the idea that the middle of February — Valentine’s Day — should be a day for romance.  Thereafter, through the centuries,  many little girls also read enough tales to believe relationships must contain the emotion that overwhelms them when chased, being swept off their feet by luscious words, attention and affection from suitors.  Except for Cinderella who went for the Prince, regardless, the words “happily ever after” usually came at the end of stories and fairy tales like Sleeping Beauty, who was awakened by a kiss, powerful enough to get her out of eternal coma.  The kiss was really about a simple love expressed.  In truth, it’s not unlike the little tokens exchanged on this celebrated day of hearts.

With a combination of history and its conditioning effects, it shouldn’t be surprising that women make for that 85% statistic of today’s Valentine givers.  As a result, like Rapunzel, women are just more willing to let their hair down, in order for love to happen.

It’s been a long time running since the 17th century, when in Great Britain, the day became popularly celebrated, even amongst friends and not just lovers.  The tradition that was then condoned by a need to express feelings, especially during those days when direct expression was discouraged, lives on today, despite a more open society—BECAUSE of women.  Especially by those who have experienced childbearing and rearing, they understand that expression of love and affection is synonymous to “nurturing”, imperative for man’s survival.   Whether by fairy tales, Valentine the priest or love notes spurred by a puritanical era, the world simply needs to keep the love going and moving about.

And sure enough, through history, it found a way through Valentine, ignited by his love for a woman.  Therefore, by and because of women, there will be always be confessions, confections, read notes along with roses, music and poetry.  Rest assured, love will always be here to stay.

Have a great Valentine’s Day ahead!

And if you’re still looking for beautiful gifts, Hapa Haoli has the following in the colors that bespeak love on this special day:

Available at Hapa Haoli Store

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But first, who was St. Valentine?  Today, the Catholic Church recognized three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, all of whom were martyred.  One legend that remains on the forefront was of Valentine, the Roman priest who continued to perform secret marriages for young lovers, much against the decree made by Emperor Claudius II, outlawing marriage for young men.   You see, the Roman Emperor believed young, single men made better soldiers than those who were married and consumed by other responsibilities.   So, for having defied the order, Valentine was thrown in jail and ordered to his death.   But apparently, the priest also loved a young woman who was presumed to have been his jailer’s daughter.  And for her, he wrote a love letter which he signed, “From your Valentine.”

Later, during the Middle Ages, it was also commonly believed in France and England that February 14 was the beginning of birds’ mating season, which added to the idea that the middle of February — Valentine’s Day — should be a day for romance.  Thereafter, through the centuries,  many little girls also read enough tales to believe relationships must contain the emotion that overwhelms them when chased, being swept off their feet by luscious words, attention and affection from suitors.  Except for Cinderella who went for the Prince, regardless, the words “happily ever after” usually came at the end of stories and fairy tales like Sleeping Beauty, who was awakened by a kiss, powerful enough to get her out of eternal coma.  The kiss was really about a simple love expressed.  In truth, it’s not unlike the little tokens exchanged on this celebrated day of hearts.

With a combination of history and its conditioning effects, it shouldn’t be surprising that women make for that 85% statistic of today’s Valentine givers.  As a result, like Rapunzel, women are just more willing to let their hair down, in order for love to happen.

It’s been a long time running since the 17th century, when in Great Britain, the day became popularly celebrated, even amongst friends and not just lovers.  The tradition that was then condoned by a need to express feelings, especially during those days when direct expression was discouraged, lives on today, despite a more open society—BECAUSE of women.  Especially by those who have experienced childbearing and rearing, they understand that expression of love and affection is synonymous to “nurturing”, imperative for man’s survival.   Whether by fairy tales, Valentine the priest or love notes spurred by a puritanical era, the world simply needs to keep the love going and moving about.

And sure enough, through history, it found a way through Valentine, ignited by his love for a woman.  Therefore, by and because of women, there will be always be confessions, confections, read notes along with roses, music and poetry.  Rest assured, love will always be here to stay.

Have a great Valentine’s Day ahead!

And if you’re still looking for beautiful gifts, Hapa Haoli has the following in the colors that bespeak love on this special day:

Available at Hapa Haoli Store

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In an effort to better understand Valentine’s Day, cialis usa online I read up on some of its history and then stumbled upon a figure that 85% of all Valentines today are purchased by women.  This shouldn’t have surprised me, but I was hoping by now, men would have been seeded enough by this romantic tradition that began as far as 270 AD, marking St. Valentine’s death and burial.  Evidently, women remain to be the majority of hopeless romantics who support the continued marketing of cards, chocolates, flowers and gifts on this special day.   And who could blame them?

But first, who was St. Valentine?  Today, the Catholic Church recognized three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, all of whom were martyred.  One legend that remains on the forefront was of Valentine, the Roman priest who continued to perform secret marriages for young lovers, much against the decree made by Emperor Claudius II, outlawing marriage for young men.   You see, the Roman Emperor believed young, single men made better soldiers than those who were married and consumed by other responsibilities.   So, for having defied the order, Valentine was thrown in jail and ordered to his death.   But apparently, the priest also loved a young woman who was presumed to have been his jailer’s daughter.  And for her, he wrote a love letter which he signed, “From your Valentine.”

Later, during the Middle Ages, it was also commonly believed in France and England that February 14 was the beginning of birds’ mating season, which added to the idea that the middle of February — Valentine’s Day — should be a day for romance.  Thereafter, through the centuries,  many little girls also read enough tales to believe relationships must contain the emotion that overwhelms them when chased, being swept off their feet by luscious words, attention and affection from suitors.  Except for Cinderella who went for the Prince, regardless, the words “happily ever after” usually came at the end of stories and fairy tales like Sleeping Beauty, who was awakened by a kiss, powerful enough to get her out of eternal coma.  The kiss was really about a simple love expressed.  In truth, it’s not unlike the little tokens exchanged on this celebrated day of hearts.

With a combination of history and its conditioning effects, it shouldn’t be surprising that women make for that 85% statistic of today’s Valentine givers.  As a result, like Rapunzel, women are just more willing to let their hair down, in order for love to happen.

It’s been a long time running since the 17th century, when in Great Britain, the day became popularly celebrated, even amongst friends and not just lovers.  The tradition that was then condoned by a need to express feelings, especially during those days when direct expression was discouraged, lives on today, despite a more open society—BECAUSE of women.  Especially by those who have experienced childbearing and rearing, they understand that expression of love and affection is synonymous to “nurturing”, imperative for man’s survival.   Whether by fairy tales, Valentine the priest or love notes spurred by a puritanical era, the world simply needs to keep the love going and moving about.

And sure enough, through history, it found a way through Valentine, ignited by his love for a woman.  Therefore, by and because of women, there will be always be confessions, confections, read notes along with roses, music and poetry.  Rest assured, love will always be here to stay.

Have a great Valentine’s Day ahead!

And if you’re still looking for beautiful gifts, Hapa Haoli has the following in the colors that bespeak love on this special day:

Available at Hapa Haoli Store

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In an effort to better understand Valentine’s Day, viagra generic medical I read up on some of its history and then stumbled upon a figure that 85% of all Valentines today are purchased by women.  This shouldn’t have surprised me, buy viagra but I was hoping by now, men would have been seeded enough by this romantic tradition that began as far as 270 AD, marking St. Valentine’s death and burial.  Evidently, women remain to be the majority of hopeless romantics who support the continued marketing of cards, chocolates, flowers and gifts on this special day.   And who could blame them?

But first, who was St. Valentine?  Today, the Catholic Church recognized three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, all of whom were martyred.  One legend that remains on the forefront was of Valentine, the Roman priest who continued to perform secret marriages for young lovers, much against the decree made by Emperor Claudius II, outlawing marriage for young men.   You see, the Roman Emperor believed young, single men made better soldiers than those who were married and consumed by other responsibilities.   So, for having defied the order, Valentine was thrown in jail and ordered to his death.   But apparently, the priest also loved a young woman who was presumed to have been his jailer’s daughter.  And for her, he wrote a love letter which he signed, “From your Valentine.”

Later, during the Middle Ages, it was also commonly believed in France and England that February 14 was the beginning of birds’ mating season, which added to the idea that the middle of February — Valentine’s Day — should be a day for romance.  Thereafter, through the centuries,  many little girls also read enough tales to believe relationships must contain the emotion that overwhelms them when chased, being swept off their feet by luscious words, attention and affection from suitors.  Except for Cinderella who went for the Prince, regardless, the words “happily ever after” usually came at the end of stories and fairy tales like Sleeping Beauty, who was awakened by a kiss, powerful enough to get her out of eternal coma.  The kiss was really about a simple love expressed.  In truth, it’s not unlike the little tokens exchanged on this celebrated day of hearts.

With a combination of history and its conditioning effects, it shouldn’t be surprising that women make for that 85% statistic of today’s Valentine givers.  As a result, like Rapunzel, women are just more willing to let their hair down, in order for love to happen.

It’s been a long time running since the 17th century, when in Great Britain, the day became popularly celebrated, even amongst friends and not just lovers.  The tradition that was then condoned by a need to express feelings, especially during those days when direct expression was discouraged, lives on today, despite a more open society—BECAUSE of women.  Especially by those who have experienced childbearing and rearing, they understand that expression of love and affection is synonymous to “nurturing”, imperative for man’s survival.   Whether by fairy tales, Valentine the priest or love notes spurred by a puritanical era, the world simply needs to keep the love going and moving about.

And sure enough, through history, it found a way through Valentine, ignited by his love for a woman.  Therefore, by and because of women, there will be always be confessions, confections, read notes along with roses, music and poetry.  Rest assured, love will always be here to stay.

Have a great Valentine’s Day ahead!

And if you’re still looking for beautiful gifts, Hapa Haoli has the following in the colors that bespeak love on this special day:

Available at Hapa Haoli Store

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In an effort to better understand Valentine’s Day, viagra generic rx I read up on some of its history and then stumbled upon a figure that 85% of all Valentines today are purchased by women.  This shouldn’t have surprised me, but I was hoping by now, men would have been seeded enough by this romantic tradition that began as far as 270 AD, marking St. Valentine’s death and burial.  Evidently, women remain to be the majority of hopeless romantics who support the continued marketing of cards, chocolates, flowers and gifts on this special day.   And who could blame them?

But first, who was St. Valentine?  Today, the Catholic Church recognized three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, all of whom were martyred.  One legend that remains on the forefront was of Valentine, the Roman priest who continued to perform secret marriages for young lovers, much against the decree made by Emperor Claudius II, outlawing marriage for young men.   You see, the Roman Emperor believed young, single men made better soldiers than those who were married and consumed by other responsibilities.   So, for having defied the order, Valentine was thrown in jail and ordered to his death.   But apparently, the priest also loved a young woman who was presumed to have been his jailer’s daughter.  And for her, he wrote a love letter which he signed, “From your Valentine.”

Later, during the Middle Ages, it was also commonly believed in France and England that February 14 was the beginning of birds’ mating season, which added to the idea that the middle of February — Valentine’s Day — should be a day for romance.  Thereafter, through the centuries,  many little girls also read enough tales to believe relationships must contain the emotion that overwhelms them when chased, being swept off their feet by luscious words, attention and affection from suitors.  Except for Cinderella who went for the Prince, regardless, the words “happily ever after” usually came at the end of stories and fairy tales like Sleeping Beauty, who was awakened by a kiss, powerful enough to get her out of eternal coma.  The kiss was really about a simple love expressed.  In truth, it’s not unlike the little tokens exchanged on this celebrated day of hearts.

With a combination of history and its conditioning effects, it shouldn’t be surprising that women make for that 85% statistic of today’s Valentine givers.  As a result, like Rapunzel, women are just more willing to let their hair down, in order for love to happen.

It’s been a long time running since the 17th century, when in Great Britain, the day became popularly celebrated, even amongst friends and not just lovers.  The tradition that was then condoned by a need to express feelings, especially during those days when direct expression was discouraged, lives on today, despite a more open society—BECAUSE of women.  Especially by those who have experienced childbearing and rearing, they understand that expression of love and affection is synonymous to “nurturing”, imperative for man’s survival.   Whether by fairy tales, Valentine the priest or love notes spurred by a puritanical era, the world simply needs to keep the love going and moving about.

And sure enough, through history, it found a way through Valentine, ignited by his love for a woman.  Therefore, by and because of women, there will be always be confessions, confections, read notes along with roses, music and poetry.  Rest assured, love will always be here to stay.

Have a great Valentine’s Day ahead!

And if you’re still looking for beautiful gifts, Hapa Haoli has the following in the colors that bespeak love on this special day:

Available at Hapa Haoli Store

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Easter’s Macro

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© Louvette Fowler 2011

It’s Easter Monday and I’m feeling quite lazy after yesterday’s relaxing and wonderful day with the family.  We spent the day like usual, discount cialis pilule just lounging around after a fattening but worthwhile brunch of Eggs Benedict, ampoule which I don’t make often for obvious reasons.  I am however, prescription tempted to re-enact the presentation, take photos of it and add to this post, later with a recipe.

But perhaps for now, this will suffice, and I truly hope you all had a happy Easter!   The flowers I had at the table served its purpose and then some for this macro set.  I love vibrant colors, as I also am a “Spring” in the color wheel based on my skin tone and eyes.  But I am just as in love with converting photos to black and white and sepia tones for the romance and nostalgia.  It allows me to project a moment and a subject, captured as “timeless”.

And don’t we all want to look timeless!  I’m still celebrating my birthday, though it’s been a few weeks since early on this month, when I had my closest friends and family join me at the chef’s table of The Addison at The Grand Del Mar.  I’m done counting the days!  Born on an Easter Sunday myself, my mother often joked that I actually came out of an egg.  So there are no chick years as far as I know!   I’m then ageless and Easter is pretty special to me.  Besides that, it is the Lord’s Day.  There is rebirth and victory in the knowledge, that should one just believe, everyone is OK as they are–even if one came out of an egg!  That is simply the GOOD NEWS about Jesus, as far as I know.  But one shall find the resurrection of their true self, only in and by the good that He stands for.

Beyond spirituality and onto keeping it light and contemporary–gone are the days of Easter egg hunts, chocolate bunnies and Cadbury eggs with cream fillings for me; but I still like to have the occasional long stemmed strawberries dipped in chocolate.   Though they end up lasting for a while in my house full of fitness gurus (except me),  I’ve already had my fair share.  So some things never change.  Easter can be spiritually enriching, but physically widening!  So much for keeping it LIGHT and contemporary!

Today is another warm and sunny day in San Diego, and I should really be hitting the beach after all the sticks of butter in the hollandaise.  But onto other work in the meantime, as one can bet that tomorrow will yield the same amount of rays anyway.  The bunnies will be hopping around my garden as usual, and there will be flowers, the blue skies, the warmth in the wind and the busy kitchen stocked with enough eggs for continued cooking and  baking…and if anything else, I guess to simply remind me of where I came from. :P

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Macro Painting With A Lense

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Almost too personal…but they don’t mind. :)

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Today, buy viagra site I felt like using a palette of softer colors, see while I forayed into doing more macro shots.  I didn’t use any color filters whatsoever, by camera or by Photoshop.  I wanted to test a close up +2 filter on my 105mm lens with Defocus Control, as well as on my 105mm macro lens.   At one point I also attached a Digital Optics 2x magnifier behind the 105 with DC.

On using the macro lens with attachments, it was quite difficult to focus and I kept stopping the lens down to at least 5.6 and waiting for more light.  Effectively, I also had to think in terms of painting by photography.  I liked the effects, and most of the shots have only been very slightly saturated or with added black for more definition.   Adding contrast took something away from the light and dreamy colors, so if I used it, it was applied very sparingly.  The colors are very much as they are from the camera, and this can be attributed to the awesome lenses I use on my Nikon D700.

I used a slight bit of sharpening on only one image, but I believe it had a high ISO on it as it was, so they’re pretty much as they were shot.   Whether you understand this photography talk or not, I hope you like them.  I happen to like everything from the soft to bold, clear or impressionistic.  Macro doesn’t have to be detailed all the time, as there are no rules, Calvinball!  And since there was no one around today, who can teach me stylistically how to obtain effects, I’m having fun experimenting.  And flowers–well, they are a joy to work with at anytime.  They stay very still unless swayed by the wind, at which point they can become quite challenging for their close up!!!   But no problem, I only had to shoo a few bees away, annoyed as they were when I got too close to their beloved fleur du jour.

Expect a whole lot more macros and photographs of flowers from me. I just hope to find more time.

See you at the Botanical Garden or perhaps the Carlsbad flower fields?  Ah, the Butchart Gardens near Victoria, BC is more like it!  I can’t wait to visit that piece of heaven on earth–a second time around.

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Up Close With A Hibiscus

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Almost too personal…but they don’t mind. :)

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Stroll On A Sabbath

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It took me some time to figure what it really meant to honor the Sabbath.  The word Sabbath is from the Hebrew word shabbath, cialis generic cialis which means “to repose or to desist from exertion.” The Sabbath is, tadalafil sovaldi above all, a day of complete rest, both from our occupation in earning a living and from any activity that would cause physical exertion and draw us away from the purpose of this day. It is a day to be spent exclusively honoring Yahweh and His Son.  This is how it is usually explained.

However, it is my belief that this holy requirement is not asking of our honor in God’s name alone, but is a revelation of an imperative application to honor the mind and soul’s nature for its full resounding function.  As even a machine may need oiled once in a while, to labor with our attention given only to completing tasks, everyday without fail, pulls us from the necessary time and space we need to find ourselves in, to cue in on the “whats, hows and whys” of our existence.  As we were all created in HIS image and likeness, the Scriptures have clearly pointed out that even Yahweh rested on the seventh day, after he created and restored the heavens and the earth for 6 days.

“Speak also unto the children of Israel, (meaning all our children regardless of nation) saying, verily my Sabbaths you shall keep: for it is a sign between me and you throughout your generations; that you may know that I am Yahweh that does sanctify you. You shall keep the Sabbath therefore; for it is holy unto you: every one that defiles it shall surely be put to death: for whosoever does any work therein, that soul shall be cut off from among his people” (Exodus 31:13-14).

The Bible may have been printed with such truly admonishing words, that whosoever goes against this prerequisite for life, loses by death.  Yet, never has God been unloving and brutal, whose words, I believe have also been interpreted or heard based on a time and space of era.  Such a death means no other than to be deprived of the promises of Christ himself, that each shall be redeemed, nourished and sustained, when one commits himself to the understanding of MAN and his nature–by simply following the written laws found in the Scriptures.  Such a rule, I believe was not meant to augment a requirement of honor unto God alone, but unto ourselves–created in HIS image and likeness.  Simply, to abuse the nature or functionality of anything would be detrimental.  While the mind has never been thought of or considered a machine–or thing, it is clear, that it has its nature and WAY.  It is advisable to turn off  and reboot a computer, in its nature, after it has labored in the installation and use of its programs.  As even a workhorse, needs to rest after its run, of practice and race.  We all need ONE day to tune in and be with the universe for our best function and deliverance.  Disconnectedness from the universal process of word, thought and work will certainly “cut one off from its people” in the oneness of the nature of the universe (uni-verse meaning one verse) found in the combined desires and thoughts of all men under God’s laws.

So, I took a Sunday stroll around my own garden, and no work has been done today, other than to make one simple meal.   The work, if any, was my deliberation on what needs to be done next–yet all while in contemplation and appreciation of nature, as I strolled along, listening to HIS word and documenting what beauty I can share.  Today, was a very special day indeed, and I thank the Lord for the sanctifying graces in simple things as flowers, water, leaves, trees and rocks–right in my garden.

 

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