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These days, Ms. Bladubo was very sad. She did not understand the strange behavior of her husband. Thus, she wanted to understand and see for herself. She went out there together with a few men from the old and new village who wanted to learn more about Mr. Bladubo’s words. When she finally got there after a painful journey, watching him sitting on the ground, watching the sky, she knew how big his change was. She realized that he was not the same man anymore. He was sitting in an aura an eternal peace and happiness. Ms. Bladubo would now stay with him most of the time, making sure that he got the food and clothes that he needed, but she never really understood what was special about the mountain.

But the accompanying men bowed in front of him and listened to his words. He murmured: “The mountain is like the udder of the goats and everything good originates there. High from its top blows the cool evening wind, up there the yearly rain is born, and out of its body is the sneaking rain born and all the silvery animals. At his foot, the sand is seeing the light, filling the desert with its golden shine. And the mountain does not send lights, and it does not speak loud with the animals and the men and women, but it whispers. And only those, who can forget the swimming camels and the lights and all the excitement in the villages, only those will be able to hear and understand the mountain.”

The men returned to their villages and talked to neighbors and friends about Bladubo’s words. Some reacted negatively and did not understand why they should undertake the long journey all the way to the mountain, just to hear this old men’s words. The journey was painful and after the last houses of the new village, there were no more swimming camels available. And then, there was still the Naked Camel and all these years they had no reason to complain about the Naked Camel’s merits. Never before the people could talk so easily and travel so frequently!

But others got curious and went to the mountain. They listened the teacher and many came back, with a light in their eyes and they saw the world with different eyes. Among them was a young man, living in the old village; he was just called Bodo, and he was so enthusiastic about Bladubo’s words that he left his house and family after his visit to Bladubo. He went to his teacher at the foot of the mountain and let his mind fly. The parents of Bodo did not like this idea, but what could they do? He was fine and happy and even a delegation of elder men could not talk him out of his new life at the mountain, on the side of Bladubo.

Bodo’s example infected other young men and after two rain seasons more than a dozen followers were living at the mountain, in a little village almost, very modest and with just the minimal things you need to survive.
From time to time, they would all walk up the mountain, and listened to its whispers. And they would then bring the newest words back, to the foot of the mountain and later into the villages. And the villagers would wait for these words, in larger and larger crowds. Prayerful they talked in the villages about the holy mountain and its miracles.

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In these days of the many swimming camels, the people of Bankonupatut were busy like never before. The entire world seemed to travel. But busy life was not only on the canal, but every evening the night sky was lightened by uncounted little lights. People traveled and made exciting experiences on the canal and saw a lot while traveling forth or back, and they talked about what they have seen.

All these lights in the night; Mr Bladubo saw them too when sitting in the evening in front of his little house or on top of his little tower next to the house. And he read the wildest stories; about two swimming camels that got messed up when trying to pass by each other, and how the passengers landed in the water, and that now, with all clothes dry, the story is funny but wasn’t earlier today. And that one should really put an end to the discussions on how many swimming camels might be tight together. A train, with many trail camels and even more swimming camels tightly bound together might solve all troubles and prevent accidents like this.

Or Mr. Bladubo would read about a neighbour’s signs, telling how she was in the old village and that her friend’s house got a second tower: The second tower was for the sons of the family, enabling them to talk to their comrades. And she thought about building a second tower, too. All in all, her eldest son has the age of getting married and how is he supposed to get to know girls? And the family can not be expected to wait until Mr. Son has finished his talking to his preferred girl for a week. Ah, if he only was a little bit more serious!

And during the day, in front of his house, Mr. Bladubo would see folks passing by on the water, forth and back and one camel after the other would leave its dung in front of his house. And he watched the passengers and saw them greeting from swimming camel to swimming camel and promising to chat later in the evening because there was no time right now, because of the new house in the old village and that travelling takes more time than it used to.

It was no wonder that Mr. Bladubo was seeking peace and calm. A place where , far away from all the swimming camels and all the lights in the night, he could follow his thoughts and think seriously about the important questions, like the question of the silence of the silvery animals in the water, or where the rain came from.

Thus, one day, frightened by the approaching festivities of the Naked Camel, he packed some stuff in a camel skin and left his little house. He told his wife that he wanted to leave the new village, heading for the mountain and that he wanted to let his mind fly freely. He followed the water towards the huge mountain, and after a while, he found himself at the foot of the mountain, alone and surrounded by the peace of the desert. The news about Mr. Bladubo spread in the village, but only a few could imagine why Mr. Bladubo wanted to let his mind fly. With him not returning and not attending the feast of the naked camel, his wife began to worry about his whereabouts seriously. She asked a few men to go there, to the mountain, and look for him. They found him finally, sitting on sandy ground and watching peacefully into the sky.
“Why do you sit here and watch the endless sky”, they asked.

Mr. Bladubo watched their faces, looked into their eyes like he looked into the sky and then he told them like the went up the mountain and how, once up there, the mountain answered all his questions.

“The mountain is the creator of the desert and the rain and it is holy and talked to me, revealing its miracles.”, Mr. Bladubo said.
After his speech Mr. Bladubo looked into the sky again and remained silent. The men returned home and told about Mr. Bladubo and his vision and the miracles of the mountain. And soon, the entire village should talk about Mr. Bladubo’s words.

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As always, and especially in the case of the swimming camels, some limits had to be set for the boisterous youngsters. The teenagers and young men liked it to push the trail camels and they were speeding with their swimming camels in a way to make elderly people think they would fly over the water. Sometimes, they even chased each other and engaged in races on the water although the elder men strictly forbid any races.

Thus, a poor camel, exhausted by too pushy teenagers and tired of running along the canal, run away, into the desert, towing the swimming camel over the sandy ground. The puzzled passenger found himself stuck in an uncomfortable position and on his way out, he got entangled and was dragged on the ground. As the camel was well trained and well fed, it took a while until it was exhausted and stopped to be found the next day by villagers following the traces of camel tracks and stains on the sand.
Unfortunately, the details of this accident were never solved. The camel was later dismissed and was chosen to become a swimming camel. And the elder men had a close eye on the youngsters activities on the canal.
But incidents like this were rare and most people from Bankonupatut were very happy with the new times. These new times began to change the banks of the canal again. Now  that it got so easy to travel from the old to the new village, there were quite a few villagers who lived or wanted to live both in the old and the new village. People from the old village built at the edges of the new village towards the mountain a new house and furnished it the way they would have furnished their house in the new village. The same way some from the new village who found it attractive to live closer to the little lake. Of course, these building activities meant a lot of work and the stream of swimming camels grew daily. To speed things up, camels were trained to drag the swimming camels also downwards, from the new to the old village. But in the end, the transport forth and back got slower and slower. Many camels missed their herds and were enjoying the sight of another camel coming towards them on the same side of the canal and would stop for a while. With increasing swimming camels forth and back, the situation got worse daily. They would stop and nose each other and their leashes would get tangled up and the passengers had to get out of the swimming camels to solve things and separate the two animals. Quite some villagers found themselves in the water, which was unfortunate, especially now that many had important and precious cargo with them.

Thus, after a specially long rain season with many clouds around the mountain’s top, the villagers built a second trail on the other side of the canal. Now the camels were walking in nice order again on one side of the canal upwards and on the other side downwards and there were swimming camels on the water like never before.

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Initially, in the first discussions on the swimming camels, there were not little villagers proposing seriously to pick a few camels and feed them the silvery, dried scales in the evening. Then, they only had to wait and the next day they would be round, dead and ready. Ready for the villagers to sit between their cold legs and they could be used to transport folks down the river. These and similar discourses were the price to pay for the two villages to enable an open debate. But luckily, first experiments that aimed at proving the concept could be stopped by the women of the new village. And finally every one agreed that without a reasonable, sustainable solution at hand, no one would engage in any experiments of uncertain results. The challenge was the following: A dead camel might well bring the villagers down from the new village to the old village. But there were not so many camels around to allow frequent travelling using dead camels. And then, there was no easy way back to the old village. The question was how a swimming camel might come back to the new village.

The best solution finally, after lengthy debates, proved to be to drag swimming camels back from the old to the new village using carefully trained camels, which again needed some infrastructure.
Thus, along the entire canal the people from Bankonupatut built and extended a trail that was following the canal from the new to the old village. And while doing so, they took the brightest and strongest camels and set them apart from the herd. They were trained for weeks and weeks in their new duty. Again, and again, the animals were walked in a row following the canal. Forth and back, and every time they finished the travel from the old to the new village they were given special, delicious food. The brightest among them learned quickly that they were not allowed to eat while travelling, and they would tread along the canal, all the way from old to new Bankonupatut, without resting in the middle, and this without being accompanied by the men. They would be set off and would follow the little river to the end. The less clever camels needed a little bit longer for this lesson. But they would learn their lesson.
Then there were a couple of camels who could not be trained; they could not get used to the idea of smelling fresh grass along the water and not being allowed to eat it. These stupid creatures were chosen to become swimming camels. They were laughtered, their skin carefully removed from head to toe and then dried in the sun. The women sewed the open ends of their skin at the legs, tail and neck together and the men clamped everything on wood branches, until the final result looked almost like a real camel without head.

Then came the day of the first swimming camel. Folks came from both villages and met on sandy place at the water somewhere on half distance between the two villages, where the water was flowing slowly through the desert. Everyone was, as always in days like these, very excited and enthusiastic and wanted finally to see the camel swimming. And indeed: It did. There was room for one person at least and they could even fit equipment and food for the travel.. And when the first passenger was transported from the old village to the new one in the swimming camel, every one wanted to travel too, as soon as possible. It took a while, of course, to prepare all swimming camels and train enough trail camels, but within a few moon cycles life on the canal got very busy. Four, five, sometimes even six swimming camels were drawn by a peacefully treading camel, all the way up, and the villagers travelled forth and back. They greeted and waved from within their swimming camels and they admired the beautiful houses at the board of the little river and how green the land was and they could not get enough of their swimming camels.

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This question of bringing the villages closer together was debated lengthy and intensively as it was not an easy question to answer. The bottom line was the obvious deficiency that travelling from the new to the old village, or the other way round, had become a painful undertaking. And lengthy. Folks could talk about everything using their lights. But from time to time they nevertheless needed to undertake the journey. And then, they had to follow the canal, for seemingly endless hours. Now, that a new era had started, they wanted to change this!

The solution, at the very end, was found because of another debate on an other question. It was the debate on the silvery camel. The villagers enjoyed them since quite a few years. And every year, after the rain, they celebrated the silver feast. This year, in the era of the many lights, folks debated how to organize the festivities more pompous and bigger than every before.

After a while, they reached a consensus that the highlight of these festivities must be a silvery camel! Now, again many lights were needed in endless discussions on how a camel could be made silvery. Finally the solution was simple but effective: In preparation for the silvery animal feast, the women had to collect as many of the little silvery blue scales as they could find and had to dry them in the sun. The evening before the big party the biggest and fattest camel was shaved and creamed from head to toe with goat butter. Then, carefully in order not to waste the expensive little scales, they coated the entire camel with the silvery little plates and pressed them onto it. And indeed, the camel twinkled and sparkled wonderfully in the light of  the goat butter lamps. The women and men looked very much forward to an exciting day full of festivities around the twinkling camel and went to bed.

The shaved camel, in its coat of silvery scales, was not feeling well, lonely under the desert moon, and it began to lick off its silver skin, made of thousands little scales. It did this thoroughly, and the dried scales in its stomach began to swell and made it very thirsty. So the camel want to the board of the canal where it began to drink. It drank and drank, like never in its life before, and the more it drank, the more the silvery scales swelled and made it even more thirsty. Finally, the pour silver camel left its life at the edge of the canal, drinking water and suffering from a gigantic flatulence.

Its dead body was picked up by the flowing water, and transporting it to the old village, where the villagers found it the next morning; its legs pointing towards the sun, and thanks to huge, gas filled intestines it looked light as a feather, balancing right between air and water.

Of course, the excitement was there, in both villages, and the next evening, after a depressive feast, the wildest discussions started about the fate of the silvery camel.
It was in these discussions where the solution was found to bring the two villages closer again: The swimming camels.

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Yes, indeed, every evening our people from Bankonupatut would sit on their lighted towers, chatting about the newest things. Initially, only the braves would really talk into the night about some of the stories that happened. But all villagers sat up their and watched the lights and signs of neighbours who were more eloquent or know the language of the many lights better. These talked about so many things: That the naked camel burped twice the other day and that there will come a long rain, or that nothing important happened in the old village. Or they said that there was nothing really interesting to say, or they said that they would stop talking now, because there were too many lights and it was difficult to be seen.

After a while even the fainthearted and shy villagers started sending light into the night. Indeed, a new era had just began. The lights began to glow into the dark desert sky and illuminate the sky, and every one talked about the funny things that can be done on the canal: Starting with playing together, or the large grass that they planted on the boards that gave now a wonderful shady place over noon. Or the endless work with the camels. Then the children, some of them got sick, and then well again, about the camels being the way they are and so on.
Of course, all these lights let to quite some confusion sometimes and it was not always clear who was the addressee of a certain line of lights. And then there were secrets, you did not really to send into the night; all your neighbours were out there and they had nothing better to do then read what you wrote and then the secret was not really a secret anymore.

Thus, most villagers used the lights for the little things of everyday life. But some started after a while to chat on really important things and used the lights to exchange ideas and thoughts. There was the TRUE change that happened. Every one, man or woman, had a little tower. And every one was allowed to send his or her lights into the night. No need to beg the round of old important men first! No woman had to first discuss lengthy evenings with her husband and hope afterwards that he would propose her thoughts to the round of elder men. Every one was invited to send and read. And thus it came that after a while the well being of the naked camel was no real topic of exchange anymore. But most lights were discussing complicated questions and arguments. Folks discussed for instance the question of the origin of the camel, whether it was really born by the first water hole, in the days after the first rain.

Now, this was one of the questions where folks never came to a pleasing answer, but there were other questions where our villagers came to interesting results. One of these discussions was on how to bring the two villages even closer.

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Watching down into the plain, in the days after the last rain in the year when Mr Masobubu died, an observer sitting on the top of the mountain would not have trusted his eyes. The valley below was like a reflection of a clear night’s sky with thousands of twinkling stars. Everywhere, following the entire canal, lights flashed up, like a pearl string made of light in the middle of the desert. Indeed, an observer would not have been able to enjoy solitude on the mountain anymore these days, but more on this development later…
What has happened in our two villages? The time of the many lights has started and the merits for all these changes go to Ms. Kvabobo, the daughter of Ms Wasebobo whose family lost their house back then in the days of getting the sneaking water.

Ms Kvabobo left the old village some 5 rain seasons ago together with her husband and she missed her mother. Like many in the village, she thought hard about how to bring folks closer together again. Old people say that Ms Kvabobo sat one evening in front of her house at the canal and looked into the desert. The moon was rising over the horizon and started to light into the night. Ms Kvabobo watched the moon and the mountain and was happy that the old village was not sitting on the moon; otherwise she would probably never talk to her family again. The moon was so far away that a camel had probably around 100 babies until it got there. While Ms Kvabobo was sitting in front of her house, trying to figure out what a camel might eat on its way to the moon and what might happen with all the camel dung if there were no dung beetles, a little cloud wandered between her and the moon. For a little while, there was nothing left of the moon than a weak aurora behind the cloud.
And Ms Kvabobo thought: “If my family in the other village would live on the moon, they would just need to send a little cloud over the moon and I would know that they went to bed.”

This, they say, was the beginning of the time of the many lights.

Of course, it took a while, until folks in the village understood that Ms Kvabobo received a wonderful idea by wonderful ghosts of the moon, and it took even longer to finally realize the idea. Some villagers did not really get it and thought that Ms Kvabobo only wanted to tell her family that she went to bed, and did not understand what all these troubles were about. But Ms. Kvabobo knew exactly what she wanted. And the brightest brains in both villages began to work out solutions. Finally, they came up with a complicated and demanding plan, involving every family on the banks of the canal and beyond. When the work was done, both villages looked quite different. Every house had now a little tower, with a ladder, being about two camel necks high. On each tower, every family had their own sign, made of camel hair, soaked in goat fat. They would light it in the evening and you could see these individual signs from far, far away. One family chose a goat udder, an other a cane, even others a camel head. In the evening they would sit on their tower and when there was something to say, they would light their sign. With a piece of camel skin they would hide the fire and show it again. And depending on the way they did this, the other families on their towers knew what the message was. Now, the people of both villages sat on their towers and felt how different their life has become and that this was a new time with big changes.

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Life in the solid houses along the canal was different. Whenever the women living along the canal’s banks brought the milk back to the village Bankonupatut, their stories became more intriguing to the people of Bankonupatut. They told stories about the silent nights and about how they discovered that the little fishes shining in the evening in the water like stars could be backed in bread. Or they explained how they prepared the little silvery animals over an open fire and how tasty they were, and finally, they praised enthusiastically their living in stone houses that is so different to living in tents and much more comfortable.

This new way of living, away also from the constraints of the neighbours and the group of wise men, was so appealing that with every moon passing by, more people of Bankonupatut started building their own little house along the canal, made all from stone and bricks. As everybody wanted to have an own access to the canal and peace, the houses grouped along the canal like pearls on a string. And thus, after about 12 moons, an entire new village was born, stretched along the canal, with a new central place far away from the old Bankonupatut. Around this central place, the people built a nice shady plaza with artfully arranged bricks and it was here where they would meet once a month to discuss the most important issues. Of course, the people from New Bankonupatut would also meet regularly the people from Old Bankonupatut, but travelling from the outskirts of the new to the old village was a hassle and could take a while, even with a fast camel.

Thus, it happened one day in the year of the many silvery animals that Mr Masobubu’s days came to a peaceful end in the old village. He was an old man with many children and he was the leader of the first exploration to the mountain’s green slopes years ago. For he was an important member of the group of wise men, his family wanted to gather all relatives and the high members of the new village for a worthy and very traditional last walk to the water hole. They prepared him, like in the old days, with a camel fur and waited for the family members to join the ceremony. After two days, there were still a few nephews and grand children missing and they could not wait anymore to finally let Mr Masobubu undertake his last march. It was a sad moment for his wife with much family missing for this beautiful ceremony. And she complained bitterly for many moons. Mr Masobubu’s last journey was just one of many incidents, which demonstrated how distant the old and new village became. It was time to bring the two villages closer again.

Again, it was a time of debate in both villages; it was the time of great discussion before the nights of many lights.
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The people of Bankonupatut had to get acquainted with their new lake-like large water hole and had to think how the passage to the lake’s borders might best be saved for the camels. Luckily, they gained quite some experience while building the canal for the flowing water from the mountain. Thus, they used stones and wood sticks from the large grass growing next to the tamed dune to fix the border of the lake. For the stones the women had to undertake long journeys, as most of the stones close by had been used to fix the canal’s ground. And the wood sticks would miss later for cooking and heating the tents. Thus, the price the women paid for fixing the animals’ passage to the waters was heavy: Like in the old days they had to collect the camel dung, dry it in the sun and use this natural fuel for cooking.

And then, there was the problem with the camels wandering away. Now that they found soft and tender grass all along the canal, they moved away along the flowing water in search of the best young grasses, which was troublesome for two reasons: First the heard of camels got large since the last two rains and bringing all of them together for milking them became a hassle. And then, for their wandering around, it was sometimes tricky to get enough camel dung for the daily cooking.

The women, who had more than their fair share of work to get done anyhow, complained bitterly and urged their husbands and sons to finally solve this camel trouble; back then, in the years before the tame dune, it has always been the men’s job to look for the camels and there was no reason why the men should now, in the era of the flowing water, only take care of the large water hole and the waters streaming into it. Some women had not forgotten that many, many years ago it was their job to get the water from the little water hole, and they had a hard time accepting that now it was the men’s job to care for the flowing waters.

Finally, after serious arguments across all families it was decided, that a gated ground for the camels should be build, again using sticks from the trees, thus not alleviating the dung problem for the moment. The camels should be fed on the large gated ground and it should be the men’s responsibility to bring them fresh grass daily. This proposal was soon put into place and within a couple of days the camels found themselves in a gated area, close to the village, nicely fed with fresh green grass from the banks of the lake.

But, what a shame for the village in the first night: It was the night of the farting camels and our people of Bankonupatut remembered this night for many moons. The heard of camels had gotten really big and the camels, spoilt by the fresh green grass did what they have done since the lake Bankonupatut existed: They produced gas, a lot of gas, and dung, a lot of very stinky dung. But unlike before when wandering in quite some distance from the village, this night they produced their smelling gas right next to the little tent houses of Bankonupatut. The whole village smelled like a foully, enormous pile of dung.

The elderly among the villagers had a peaceful sleep for their noses had lost sensitivity during many years in the desert, but many young families could not believe their senses and had a sleepless night. The situation would not get better in the coming nights and thus, it was decided urgently that the camels had to be gated farther away from the village. For this purpose a couple of little houses were built by all villagers about 1 hour of camel ride along the canal. The people of Bankonupatut built these houses more solid than the tents, using stones and bricks made of mud. The duty of the families living in these new houses along the canal was to take care of the camels, to feed them and to collect the milk. Every morning they would then bring the milk to the village Bankonupatut and would stay there until noon. They would talk with their former neighbours and would tell the villagers about life on the banks of the canal. How the water is fresher, how silent the nights have become since they started feeding the camels with dry grass again and after a few moons they settled there for ever. There were three families living there, enjoying the new place at the canal, far away from the daily troubles in the old village Bankonupatut.  This was the beginning of the new village.

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There were not many villagers in the village left when the water came finally down the earthy, stony passage through the desert. But the remaining few could not believe what they saw. First, one day without previous notice, there was a little stream of water, all brown and foamy, coming down the canal and disappearing immediately in the sand next to the village. Then, after a few hours, they could watch a flow that has grown and was still brown like baby camel dung. It started to become a large water hole that grew from hour to hour.

In the next days and weeks the exhausted villagers who built this wonder, found their way home to Bankonupatut and admired the flowing waters. Unlike the elderly, they unconditionally loved the new large water hole. One of the fierce critics in the village were the Wasebo family members who had lost their house in the growing sea. Too scared by the flowing water, they just run away when the water came and had lost everything. But finally, the villagers agreed to collectively build a new house for the Wasebo family, and after a while even the Wasebo’s accepted the idea of a lake close to the village. The goats on the other hand accepted the new water hole gladly and loved the fresh and sparkling water that was nourished from a never ending stream of silvery liquid from the large mountain.

The lake had reached its final size after about 3 cycles of the moon and its birth was officially celebrated. For the first time the village Bankonupatut celebrated the Camel-in-the-large-water-hole ceremony: The Hole Naked Camel was lead to the little lake, decorated with lots of leaves from the large grasses and shining with a thick layer of goat butter. It was beautiful, with lots of sand and stones in baskets hanging over its shoulders, and from its back was hanging a little water sack, all symbolizing the hard work of the last years. It was a beautiful symbol of the villager’s hard work and the venture’s uniqueness.

Accompanied by shouting and laughing the camel was walking right into the lake but, under its heavy burden and due to its being spoiled as holy animal, the camel slipped on the banks of the lake and landed right on his belly. All dirty and mud covered, the animal was helped to get up again and the procession was finished on a poodle; as it would in the years to come. Some villagers considered the fall of the Holy Camel a bad omen but most people of Bankonupatut just loved their new water hole and the perspective of living on the banks of the sneaking rain.

For the camels, this living on the banks of the lake was a somewhat painful experience in the coming weeks. They just couldn’t handle the slippery banks of the lake Bankonupatut and every morning and evening the trembling voices of camels, stuck in the mud, made the men and women of Bankonupatut run towards the lake and help them out again. Some of the camels got so frightened that they would not drink from the lake anymore, but rather insisted on the water being brought to them the traditional way. The men did not really like this idea of carrying water in the new era of flowing water and a lake close by, and the stubborn camels ended their live sooner than expected on the grill. But the slippery ground was just one of many changes for the camels.
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