St. Petersburg, Florida (PRWEB) May 21, 2013
St. Petersburg Personal Injury Attorney Consultation Now Offered by the Berman Law Group, Open to the Entire State of Florida. Call 727-369-6345 for immediate help.
The Berman Law Firm now offers personal injury consultation services for the St. Petersburg, area. Qualified legal consultants are on hand to address any and all issues a citizen of St. Petersburg may have. They provide experienced legal representation as personal injury attorneys in Florida. They fight for their clients’ justice, allowing them to focus on recovery from their injuries.
The Berman Law Firm, battles for justice for any potential client affected by personal injury. They are committed to the community and pursue any and all avenues to achieve justice. They are dedicated to pursuing justice on their clients behalf, and have won numerous personal injury cases in the past, by utilizing approximate values of injuries. The goal of the Law Offices of Berman and Berman is to ensure justice to all those in need. Providing legal consultations to the citizens of St. Petersburg and Tampa, Florida, area ensures that people, who have been affected by the misfortune of a personal injury, have a reliable place to turn to.
The Berman Law Firm specializes in St. Petersburg personal injury law, which includes the various possible claims a client can file or the difference between contributory negligence and comparative negligence, as well as dealing with insurance companies. The attorneys at the firm specialize in major obstacles when collecting money for their clients damages. Any potential client that may have been harmed by an unfortunate personal injury accident, please give a call to the Berman Law Group at 1-877-529-8995. They are available 24 hours a day and seven days a week to assist potential clients with any questions they may have.
The Berman Law Group has the resources necessary to ensure that clients receive the compensation that is due. They realize what victims have spent on their damages is not equal to the compensation they are entitled to. Extensive knowledge in the field of personal injury, allows them to ascertain how much an injury is worth, based on the numerous cases they have handled. They know the facts that increase or devalue their clients claims. Attorneys that are dedicated to their clients and their community, they provide legal counsel locally, and are even able to represent clients throughout the entire state of Florida.
To learn more about The Berman Law group, call them locally at (727) 369-6345 or call their Florida legal hotline at 1-877-529-8995. Anyone interested can also visit their website at http://personalinjurylawyerstpetersburgflorida.com/ to fill out the consultation form and get a call back to discuss their options for justice in St. Petersburg.
JERSEY CITY, N.J. (PRWEB) May 15, 2013
Blond-haired, blue-eyed Mark Okun knew from an early age that he was adopted, raised by short, European Jews. This new memoir details the exploits and struggles of a flamboyant and rebellious gay man whose good looks opened doors into a world of partying, drugs, sex, and rock and roll in the 1970s and 80s in New York City, Fire Island and Miami. As the AIDS epidemic hits, Okun uses the values instilled by his loving parents to find strength to survive. A decision to become sober and healthy eventually leads to a reunion with his biological family at age 42 on a television show.
A Short Jew in the Body of a Tall W.A.S.P.: A Gay Melodrama in 13 Acts details the authors childhood in Syracuse listening to stories from his Russian grandmother, hanging out with the hippies who begin showing up in 1967 by the university and running away at age 13 to Los Angeles. He ends up back home but hasnt lost his rebellious ways, cutting class and working backstage to meet musicians like Led Zeppelin and Janis Joplin. A haircut at an expensive salon in New York City inspires Okun to begin cutting hair at age 16. He attends beauty school full time and moves to New York City after graduation to begin his career.
Ups and downs lead to him moving back to Syracuse, and he comes out to his mother and becomes close to his father. He eventually moves back to New York, and his hairstyling career begins to take off. It takes hitting rock bottom and losing friends to AIDS several years later to lead Okun to AA and a sober lifestyle. Life begins to improve when he buys a boat and hangs out with the Jewish navy on Fire Island. In the wake of family tragedy, he has an unexpected encounter at an AA meeting that will change his life. A friend helps him track down his biological family, and he re-invigorates his career. This no-holds-barred memoir will resonate with anyone who has struggled or watched loved ones struggle with their role in the world and reveals the importance of love no matter what form it takes.
Author Mark Okun, who grew up in Syracuse, is a hairdresser with clients in Miami, Palm Beach and Memphis. His salon is in New York City. He and his partner of 17 years, John Wendell, live in Jersey City. Co-author Hillary Brower, a lawyer focusing on criminal defense and family law, has a law degree from Brooklyn Law School and is admitted to practice law in New York and New Jersey. Her career has inspired her to write short stories based on her experiences.
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For additional information, please visit http://www.MarkOkunBooks.com.
A Short Jew in the Body of a Tall W.A.S.P.: A Gay Melodrama in 13 Acts
Mark Okun and Hillary Brower
Dog Ear Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-4575-1736-5
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As someone who bought what turned out to be her wedding dress (long story) in a grumpy huff in a vintage store, tired after work, with her husband, “just in case,” there is nothing I love more than a good “upending the narrative” dress shopping story. No, I didn’t cry when I bought it (even grumpy tears). No one else was there to even consider crying. And yes, I love the sh*t out of my dress, even still. So here is Erin’s story (and before you guess it, yes, she is a professional writer). It’s hilarious and right on, and I Can. Not. Wait. to read her wedding graduate post. (Also, wedding dresses with pockets!!)
I bought a wedding dress today.φορεματα
It’s flattering as hell, fits like a glove and was so ridiculously low-priced that I had to check the urge to ask the sales consultant if it was on discount because someone had been violently murdered while wearing it. When I tried it on, my friend applauded and started taking hundreds of pictures on her phone. My mother cried. The girl in the dressing room next to me nodded enthusiastically and her mother put a hand to her breast and sighed with longing. Everyone agreed—it was The Dress. And because of all that and because of the price (the price, it cannot be said enough, was insanely low), I plunked down the debit card and snatched up the dress. So why did I find myself, twenty minutes later, sighing glumly into my small cup of conciliatory fro-yo?
Even though I am embarrassed to admit it, I’ve had certain expectations of how I would look at my wedding. These were only compounded when I met my fiancé—I started to imagine the look on his face as I walked down the aisle. I wanted to knock his socks off. I wanted him to be speechless. I wanted to look totally different than how he sees me all the time. Not, like, bleached-blonde and biker tattoos level of different, but stunningly lovely, instead of practical and cute. My dress would be soft and romantic, vintage-style (I’m not so carried away that I for one moment entertained the notion that my giant boobs would fit into an actual vintage dress). I’d have flowers in my hair and I’d look, for once in my life, graceful and delicate and pretty, an ethereal woodland goddess floating in to marry my one true love.
Okay, okay, you can stop laughing. I know, it’s all a little Disney-inspired and frankly nauseating. But I really did want that feeling of stunning my fiancé, not to mention the crowd of gathered friends and family. “Erin looks so . . . lovely,” they’d whisper to each other. “I never knew she could be so beautiful.”
And I thought I’d found that dress tonight. The perfect dress, a concoction of lace and organza—layered and beribboned and festooned, yet still simple and manageable. I was going to have to add some sort of sleeve, but that’s easy enough. It was a little heavy and it didn’t really do my figure any favors, but it certainly didn’t make me look bad. It was pretty and soft and everything I wanted. The price tag was reasonable, if not fantastic, and while wearing it, I was going to be that ethereal woodland goddess, damn it. Maybe not a floating one so much as a shuffling one (it really was heavy), but, hell, beauty is pain, right?
I sighed over the dress; I stroked it longingly; I thought about naming it Cassandra and consulting it as if it could talk back. This was the dress, the dress I wanted. The dress that would show everyone not who I was, but who I could be.
And then I tried on another dress,gallakjoler
Plus size dresses one tucked into the seemingly endless rack outside the dressing room. Its neckline was totally flattering to my “fall-back-career,” as I call my chest, and the wide-set straps (straps! Actual straps!) made my neck look slender. The lightweight chiffon and organza floated down to the floor and my waist—well! It made me look like I actually have a waist! In fact, as I was watching myself in the mirror, I said aloud, “You know what this dress needs? Pockets!” And while miming myself putting my hands in my pockets . . . there they were. The dress had mother-effin’ pockets, y’all.
Everyone flipped their collective shit over the sight of me in this dress. They loved it. And I did too—if that dress had been a sundress or cocktail dress and fit that well and was that cute and had pockets (they really cannot be oversold) and was that damn cheap, not only would I have immediately bought it, but I would have just as immediately emailed every single one of my friends and have them separately concoct an event that I could wear that dress to. It’s a good-looking dress, is what I’m saying.
But I just didn’t feel that wonderful, transcendent moment that I thought I was supposed to feel. Was this really the dress? Was it really this easy? Was it really so cheap that I could buy it without sweating the budget even a little? I wasn’t even looking to buy a dress yet—the wedding’s over a year away. I just wanted to try some on so that I could get an idea of what kind of silhouette and neckline worked on me! I haven’t even had one emotional breakdown about how I’ll never be able to afford my dream dress and briefly dabble with selling plasma for extra cash! I was being robbed my experience! I didn’t want to buy a dress yet! And I especially didn’t want to buy a dress that, damn it, looked so damn good on me already that I didn’t even need to lose those 20 pounds I’ve totally convinced myself I’m going to lose, just as soon as I finish this last glass of champagne. How dare this fucking dress validate me as a person? That’s not how wedding dress shopping is supposed to work!
And, besides, it’s not how I was supposed to look!abendkleider
hääpuvut It’s not old-fashioned; it doesn’t have lace and ribbons and frippery. No ethereal woodland goddess would be caught dead in this dress. It’s lovely, a little bit plain, unexpectedly whimsical, and it’s—that dreaded word that any girl with freckles hates hearing—cute. It’s a cute dress. But it isn’t overtly romantic, and it isn’t going to blow people away. No one is going to whisper at the ceremony, “Oh my goodness! Did you ever expect Erin to look like that?” Nah. They’re going to come up to me during the reception and say, “I love your dress; it looks so perfect on you!” Because that’s the kind of person I am—a little bit plain, unexpectedly whimsical, and, f*cking hell, cute.
But maybe I should embrace who I actually am. Maybe I should just try to look like a slightly-more-dressed-up version of me on my wedding day. Maybe, instead of worrying about stunning my fiancé on the day of the wedding, I should instead focus on being the me that he loves so much. And maybe instead of shocking my friends and family with a heretofore-undiscovered romantic side, I should remember that who I really am is worthy of being celebrated too. And, hell, if nothing else, they’ll be shocked by how much money I saved, right?
This week, we wanted to talk about adventure: the adventures that can happen in wedding planning; the adventures that can happen in married life; the adventures that can lead us to (or away) from those places. But we wanted to explore the idea of adventure in multiple ways. Today we’re talking about both internal and external adventure, but over the course of the week we want to discuss the adventures that take you away from home, and the adventures that happen right where you are. So this week, here is to Team Slow and Unsteady. We’re starting with Stacia’s truly amazing story. (Maddie says this might be her favorite APW post of all time.)
About a year after Andrew and I moved in together,φορεματα
we moved out. We put almost all of our things in storage and loaded the rest into panniers on our bicycles. We locked the door, put the key in the mail slot for the landlord, and biked away to Colorado from our home in Portland, Oregon.
This was not the first big adventure we’d planned together. When we first started dating in the spring of 2008, Andrew was planning a five-month trip to India and Nepal that fall and winter. A couple of months in, when he asked if I’d like to join him, it was a Big Deal. I bought a plane ticket to join him for a part of the time he’d be there. But before we could go anywhere, I got hit by a car while on my bike. My collarbone was broken, my knee was injured, and I was totally miserable. Andrew was a superhero, feeding me painkillers and saltines in the middle of the night and helping me in and out of my figure-of-eight brace so I could shower.
Then exactly four weeks later, I boarded a city bus while Andrew kissed me see-ya-later and hopped on his bike—he’d meet me at my house. A few blocks later, the bus driver said, “I think that van just hit that biker” and my heart stopped. By the time I got to him, Andrew was standing up, miraculously uninjured save some road rash, but he’d been dragged for almost ninety feet underneath the van before a bystander forced the drunk driver to stop.
I remember sitting together the next evening on the old metal merry-go-round at the playground near my house feeling like the universe had tested us, and we had passed. We were united against everything awful and unfair in the world (mostly cars and their drivers, at that point) and nothing could separate us. But I was wrong. Andrew had been 100% available for me when I was injured and upset, but when he was hurt, I was still recovering from my own travails. Because his physical injuries were less than mine, I think I assumed that was okay, but psychologically those ninety feet haunted him. We started fighting and we didn’t stop. We said terrible things to each other. By the time Andrew was getting ready to leave for India, we’d broken up. I traded in my ticket for one to Hawaii (why not?).
But we kept talking—arguing—over Google chat 7,000 miles apart, me in my hut at a hippie eco-hostel in the jungle in Hawaii, him at internet cafes in Kathmandu. Until one day my friends on the island took me to a tiny secluded beach surrounded by volcanic cliffs, not far from where lava spilled into the ocean from Kilauea, sending up huge plumes of steam. We spent a day relaxing and exploring with the beach and the surrounding jungle all to ourselves, and when we got back to the hostel I wanted to tell Andrew about the beauty of the day. He was online; we talked. I told him about my day and he told me about his. And then we decided to do something drastic—we decided to forgive. Each night before we fell asleep, we agreed, instead of focusing on the ways we’d been wronged, we’d try consciously to send out rays of pure forgiveness to each other.
And it worked. Slowly, our arguments decreased in frequency, length, and fierceness. We wrote long emails back and forth in which we dissected our feelings and our communication, and we signed them “love.” We are so good at this! I thought. Thanks to our abundant compassion and maturity, we’ve gotten past all the horrible things that have happened to us and now nothing can separate us.
Hah! When Andrew got back to The States,gallakjoler
Plus size dresses the difficulty of readjusting to being physically present in one another’s lives after so long apart came close to separating us. Then, a particularly rough couple of weeks after we moved in together came even closer. But we struggled through it and came out on the other side and, finally, on June 30th, 2010, we biked away together towards the sunrise.
The trip was everything I had imagined it would be—challenging, breathtaking, long, interesting. We saw places we never would have seen any other way, and we met wonderful and generous people who helped us out along the way. At diners and county museums and on the street, we were often asked where we were headed to. We started to joke that we ought to say, “Here.” We biked from Portland, Oregon, to visit this small town or learn about the railroad that once came through here or eat this omelet or admire the way the sunlight fades over this grassy hill. Truly, we weren’t biking across the West in order to arrive in Boulder, Colorado. There are many more efficient ways of getting from place to place. We biked to see the spaces in between and all the things we didn’t know were there.
Along the way, we met a lot of friendly people who told us how cool our trip was and then followed up with “I could never do something like that!” I’d only been biking regularly for a few years, and only around town. When we left on our trip, I hadn’t biked more than 30 miles in a day in two years. But I’d made the choice to take the trip, to do the thing I dreamed of doing, though I knew it would sometimes be difficult. You have to make the choice, that’s all. You have to do it.
We rode a long way. We changed flat tires and cursed headwinds. We soaked in hot springs and waded in cold rivers. We took turns saying encouraging things when one or the other of us felt like we couldn’t go on. We set up our tent and took it down again, over and over. We cooked a lot of oatmeal on our little stove. We huddled together while lightning crashed in Wyoming. We sat outside of coffee shops and pored over our crumpled maps.
We watched a bear lope across the road in front of us.abendkleider
hääpuvut We counted coyotes and road-killed birds. We were occasionally welcomed into the homes of complete strangers. We unpacked entire panniers on the side of the road looking for that one thing we were sure was in there somewhere. We sang songs when we could spare the breath, or talked, or didn’t. We crossed the Continental Divide nine times. We traded books back and forth. Every day, we woke up and made the decision to get on our bikes and keep going. On a climb somewhere in Wyoming or Colorado, we made up this little chant:
Me: I am slow and he’s unsteady!
Him: She’s unsteady, and I’m slow!
Together: Together we’re Team Slow and Unsteady!
For mountain passes, we’re sure not ready!
Most of the time, we’d rather go to beddy!
But look out! ‘Cause Team Slow and Unsteady
Will make it someday!
On what turned out to be far and away the best day of the trip, we climbed 25 miles to the top of Trail Ridge Road through Rocky Mountain National Park, at over 12,000 feet, and then rode down the other side.
Our future together wasn’t clear when we left Portland. Andrew would be moving to California for grad school shortly after we got to Colorado, and I wasn’t sure I could bring myself to leave Portland, my home of homes, a place I loved so much, where my family and friends lived, where I had become an adult. In Boulder, we kissed goodbye and agreed to give ourselves two months to figure things out by ourselves—two months during which we wouldn’t talk about “us.” Andrew flew home to start the next chapter in his life, and I got back on my bike and headed east again, across the plains. We lasted six weeks before he called me in my tent in Berea, Kentucky, and I confessed that I’d spent most of eastern Colorado and Kansas’s long lonely miles daydreaming about marrying and growing old with him, and that with some literal distance on it, Portland seemed less like the be-all-and-end-all of cool places to live. “I think I have to move to Berkeley,” I said.
But no decisions until we saw each other again, we agreed. In the meantime, I finished my ride in Yorktown, Virginia, and then spent a month traveling around the East Coast visiting friends and family. Andrew started to settle into his new city and his grad program, and we both did some reckoning. Turns out that life-altering decisions are sort of big and scary; who knew? Andrew flipped out a little bit and I retreated a little bit and I spent a week in Chicago telling my friends there that I thought we’d break up. Then, in mid-November, I took a train to the Bay Area, and in the evening Andrew met me at the BART station and took my hand, and we walked home. We chose each other. The next day we went to Ocean Beach in San Francisco and laughed together at how silly we’d been. On January 19th, I moved to California, and on January 26th, I proposed to Andrew at Ocean Beach. We will be married this coming Saturday, exactly two years after we left on our adventure.
But the journey isn’t over, and it never will be. I’m not sure what our ultimate destination is, but I know we’re traveling not to get there, but to see the spaces in between together, to see all the things we don’t know are there yet. I don’t think anymore that nothing can separate us. I know that it’s not about what happens to us or even about the things we’ve learned; it’s about the choices we make every day to keep going, to keep trying (even when we’d rather go to beddy). Team Slow and Unsteady will make it someday.
New York, New York (PRWEB) May 10, 2013
Adorama, one of the worlds largest photography, imaging and electronics retailers, is one of the first to make available the newest photo equipment from Olympus, the new PEN E-P5, a redesigned electronic viewfinder, and black versions of three prime f/1.8 lenses.
The first of the digital PEN cameras to sport the brand name on its face, the styling of the camera is reminiscent of Olympus beautiful vintage PEN film cameras. Image quality on the new PEN E-P5 is exceptional it shares the Olympus OM-Ds 16 megapixel, four-thirds sensor and TruePic Vl image processor as well as the five axis image stabilization system, which controls shake in horizontal and vertical directions as well as in rotation around the lens and axis points. This camera can automatically detect the direction of panning and use the appropriate image stabilization mode to ensure great results. It is the first mirrorless camera to offer 1/8000-second shutter speed, using a mechanical shutter.
Featuring a seamless build with a wireless-capable built-in flash and accessory port, the new Olympus PEN E-P5 has a 1/320-second flash sync and up to nine frame-per-second continuous shooting rate. Gadget and tech fans can use the built-in Wi-Fi to remotely operate the shutter release, Touch AF (auto focus) and viewing from their smartphones and tablets, and as an extra bonus, Olympus even added a users request for focus peaking, making the PEN E-P5 the first camera to offer this feature, which is better for manual focus lenses. The PEN E-P5 also offers a revamped, LCD monitor that can be flipped up even if the camera is attached to a tripod, and it can accommodate the new Olympus VF-4 external electronic viewfinder (not included) that attaches to the cameras hot shoe. The VF-4 has 2.6 million pixel resolution and the highest image magnification of any EVF on a mirrorless camera a great asset for photographers wearing glasses or who are just more comfortable with an eyepiece size closer to that of a DSLR.
The PEN E-P5 doesnt miss when it comes to modes and creative functionality either. The self-timer features an audio countdown, so theres no more guessing to get the photographer into group photos. The built-in intervalometer is an advantage for interval shooting and time-lapse video. Twelve art filters, seven art effects, a feature called Photo Story, which lets users create multiple image composites in-camera, and impressive RAW development with art filter bracketing combine to make this camera the creative photographers best friend.
Three new prime lenses for the micro-four-thirds camera are also available in black, at 75mm, 45mm and 17mm, all at f/1.8, which can create a pleasing, extremely shallow depth-of-focus image. The E-P5 body is available in black, silver or white, and as a kit with the 17mm, f/1.8 lens in silver or black body.
Adorama is one of the first retailers who will have this camera available for pre-order. A hands-on video overview of the Olympus PEN E-P5 can also be seen on AdoramaTV. See the products available for pre-order at highly competitive prices on Adorama.com.
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ADORAMA: More Than a Camera Store
Adorama is more than a camera store – its one of the worlds largest photography, imaging and electronics retailers. Serving customers for more than 30 years, Adorama has grown from its flagship NYC store to include the leading online destination for photography, imaging and consumer electronics. Adorama’s vast product offerings encompass home entertainment, mobile computing, and professional video and audio, while its services include an in-house photo lab, AdoramaPix, pro equipment rental at Adorama Rental Company and the award-winning Adorama Learning Center, which offers free education for photographers in video channels such as the popular AdoramaTV.
Adorama is listed as Forbes.coms “Best of the Web” and in the Internet Retailers Top 100, and is the official Photo and Electronics Retailer of the NY Giants.
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(PRWEB UK) 9 May 2013
Police in Goldenhill, Staffordshire, have installed roadside surveillance cameras on the high street to catch bogus callers who prey on the elderly, reports This is Staffordshire on May 6 with their report entitled ‘CCTV to catch bogus callers’.
The newspaper reports that the ANPR cameras are part of a police and council crackdown to catch criminals and target motorists with no tax or insurance.
Automatic Number Plate Recognition cameras can record the drivers registration numbers and target travelling criminals coming in from other areas and raise an alert that the vehicle has entered the area. This allows the police to be instantly aware and send out a response.
As providers of ANPR cameras for businesses, AlertSystems is aware of the many monitoring benefits that the cameras can provide.
A spokesperson from AlertSystems said:
By installing ANPR cameras in key areas, the police will be able to monitor vehicles in the area that have already been identified as being associated with criminal behaviour allowing them to have the upper hand in tracking them down. Businesses can also benefit from ANPR not only to protect access to their premises from unidentified vehicles, but also to allow access to staff and welcome registered visitors.
AlertSystems manage and maintain over 5000 security installations throughout the UK and are specialists in providing business security solutions. Offering professional service and a complete range of security services such as monitored alarm systems, Automatic Number Plate Recognition and Avigilon CCTV security systems. Alert Systems offers effective and reliable solutions to security problems.
Eagan, MN (PRWEB) August 28, 2012
MEA is excited to announce the release of six (6) new electric distribution courses. The courses are part of ElectricU.org, an online university for those in electric distribution. With this release, ElectricU subscribers will have access to 120 of the planned 130 Electric courses.
The newly available courses cover the following topics:
Electrical Power: Distribution Systems – General (Basics)
Electrical Power: Distribution Systems – Overhead (Basics)
Distribution Automation
Capacitors
Relays
Test Equipment
The courses are accessed via the internet or from a companys intranet. In addition, course content can be presented in a traditional classroom setting with a laptop and LCD projector in a group session to review and discuss proper procedures. Courses are assigned, delivered, and tracked using either MEAs or a companys own learning management system (LMS). Every course offers a pre- and post-course knowledge test and recordkeeping feature. In addition, most courses have one or more Performance Evaluation Forms (PEF). The PEFs are designed for use in simulated hands-on training to determine if an individual has the knowledge and skills to perform a particular task. Courses are AICC and SCORM compliant.
The ElectricU materials can be used to complement a utilitys or contractor companys existing apprentice and journeyman training programs and provide updated, industry-consensus learning at a fraction of the cost of classroom training.
Interested utilities, contractors, schools, and unions can obtain more information by visiting http://www.ElectricU.org or by contacting John Gann at (651) 289-9600 x105; johng(at)midwestenergy(dot)org.
About MEA:
MEA serves the people that deliver electricity and natural gas to homes and business. MEA (Midwest ENERGY Association) was founded as a trade association over 100 years ago by distribution utilities, whose vision was to improve safety and efficiency. Today, utility companies around the globe benefit from MEA’s industry learning seminars, operations summits, and other events. Members collaborated to develop EnergyU, the world’s premier online training and testing system for gas and electric distribution utilities.
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