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Can we just say: "We belong on it" (the Camino), for reasons we do not fully understand, but make us feel better/good. Would that explain it? Is "the calling to the Camino" real? I believe so... for the right people...There are some great threads running about what makes us keep going when we hurt ( thank you @David ) and another old one re-emerged ( by @Elle Bieling ) around that common topic of why we walk the camino.
I saw an old response of mine to that question by Elle, and it got me thinking:
Why do I go on Pilgrimage?
Because while I'm walking a Camino route I have a sense of being 'home'. In a place that feels 'right', a place that makes sense, a place where I feel alive. It seems that this is how our lives should be lived. In simplicity, amongst nature, in the company of good people, away from the crazy distractions of our World and closer to our God or Spiritual heart.
Above all...........to just be.
Being 'home' and 'working' is perhaps something that fills the void between Pilgrimages....
The 'trick' of course, IMHO, is how to make ones life at 'home', one long Pilgrimage. Perhaps that takes a few Caminos?
Quite a few........I hope.
I'm sure that many people constantly 'long' to be on camino, and yet others live between Caminos, just to be saving and planning the next one.
Can the Camino 'Ruin Us' in that sense? Like tasting a fine wine, or better still, having experienced a deep and passionate 'holiday romance' we deeply miss it.
But unlike the holiday romance, which we might realise with sadness, was just a fleeting thing and impossible to return to or recreate; the Camino is still there.......and the longing is still there......and we know.....we can return and recreate that romance at any time. And so we yearn for it.......... Forever ruined......
Just a thought.
Wow! I'm so impressed that you are able to walk that much on your porch!This year, being cooped up, I've been walking 5 to 10 km a day — mostly back and forth on a long covered porch.
Can the Camino 'Ruin Us' in that sense? Like tasting a fine wine, or better still, having experienced a deep and passionate 'holiday romance' we deeply miss it.
I think the positive language is, well, more positive. Let's hope that the glass of great wine, or the holiday romance, are not one-time occurences that diminish the rest of your life. Same for the Camino.The language I would use is more positive.
The language I would use is more positive.
It opens our eyes and wakes us up.
Absolutely.Ruined in a nice way
It's not so impressive, really. It's like swimming laps in a pool, but just walking, in my case, 19 laps to the km. I've grown to really liking it.Wow! I'm so impressed that you are able to walk that much on your porch
How do you keep track? I wouldn't get to 10 before messing it up and losing interest.19 laps to the km.
Ditto.I wouldn't get to 10 before messing it up and losing interest.
Like this ENORMOUSLY!!There are some great threads running about what makes us keep going when we hurt ( thank you @David ) and another old one re-emerged ( by @Elle Bieling ) around that common topic of why we walk the camino.
I saw an old response of mine to that question by Elle, and it got me thinking:
Why do I go on Pilgrimage?
Because while I'm walking a Camino route I have a sense of being 'home'. In a place that feels 'right', a place that makes sense, a place where I feel alive. It seems that this is how our lives should be lived. In simplicity, amongst nature, in the company of good people, away from the crazy distractions of our World and closer to our God or Spiritual heart.
Above all...........to just be.
Being 'home' and 'working' is perhaps something that fills the void between Pilgrimages....
The 'trick' of course, IMHO, is how to make ones life at 'home', one long Pilgrimage. Perhaps that takes a few Caminos?
Quite a few........I hope.
I'm sure that many people constantly 'long' to be on camino, and yet others live between Caminos, just to be saving and planning the next one.
Can the Camino 'Ruin Us' in that sense? Like tasting a fine wine, or better still, having experienced a deep and passionate 'holiday romance' we deeply miss it.
But unlike the holiday romance, which we might realise with sadness, was just a fleeting thing and impossible to return to or recreate; the Camino is still there.......and the longing is still there......and we know.....we can return and recreate that romance at any time.
And so we yearn for it..........
Forever ruined......
Just a thought.
There is only one first time, first kiss, first blush,first time down the road...I've been thinking along of what your saying lately.There are some great threads running about what makes us keep going when we hurt ( thank you @David ) and another old one re-emerged ( by @Elle Bieling ) around that common topic of why we walk the camino.
I saw an old response of mine to that question by Elle, and it got me thinking:
Why do I go on Pilgrimage?
Because while I'm walking a Camino route I have a sense of being 'home'. In a place that feels 'right', a place that makes sense, a place where I feel alive. It seems that this is how our lives should be lived. In simplicity, amongst nature, in the company of good people, away from the crazy distractions of our World and closer to our God or Spiritual heart.
Above all...........to just be.
Being 'home' and 'working' is perhaps something that fills the void between Pilgrimages....
The 'trick' of course, IMHO, is how to make ones life at 'home', one long Pilgrimage. Perhaps that takes a few Caminos?
Quite a few........I hope.
I'm sure that many people constantly 'long' to be on camino, and yet others live between Caminos, just to be saving and planning the next one.
Can the Camino 'Ruin Us' in that sense? Like tasting a fine wine, or better still, having experienced a deep and passionate 'holiday romance' we deeply miss it.
But unlike the holiday romance, which we might realise with sadness, was just a fleeting thing and impossible to return to or recreate; the Camino is still there.......and the longing is still there......and we know.....we can return and recreate that romance at any time.
And so we yearn for it..........
Forever ruined......
Just a thought.
Ever since my first Camino, I’ve not returned to what others consider “real” life. I live a “Camino sobriety” until returning to walk again. I then experience a mega mix of awe + overwhelming joy + excitement + comfort AND the realization that my soul has returned “home”. Yes I’ve changed forever!There are some great threads running about what makes us keep going when we hurt ( thank you @David ) and another old one re-emerged ( by @Elle Bieling ) around that common topic of why we walk the camino.
I saw an old response of mine to that question by Elle, and it got me thinking:
Why do I go on Pilgrimage?
Because while I'm walking a Camino route I have a sense of being 'home'. In a place that feels 'right', a place that makes sense, a place where I feel alive. It seems that this is how our lives should be lived. In simplicity, amongst nature, in the company of good people, away from the crazy distractions of our World and closer to our God or Spiritual heart.
Above all...........to just be.
Being 'home' and 'working' is perhaps something that fills the void between Pilgrimages....
The 'trick' of course, IMHO, is how to make ones life at 'home', one long Pilgrimage. Perhaps that takes a few Caminos?
Quite a few........I hope.
I'm sure that many people constantly 'long' to be on camino, and yet others live between Caminos, just to be saving and planning the next one.
Can the Camino 'Ruin Us' in that sense? Like tasting a fine wine, or better still, having experienced a deep and passionate 'holiday romance' we deeply miss it.
But unlike the holiday romance, which we might realise with sadness, was just a fleeting thing and impossible to return to or recreate; the Camino is still there.......and the longing is still there......and we know.....we can return and recreate that romance at any time.
And so we yearn for it..........
Forever ruined......
Just a thought.
@VNwalking, I am also impressed with you walking so far on your porch! I would say that you have clearly mastered the art of meditative walking, to be able to walk as far as you do in this manner!Ditto.
Fortunately I have one of those little hand-held counters so I don't have to be able to count.
Maybe. For the first month or so I was doing something similar to what you do with a pine cone, and I found and I had to stop the end of each lap, not for more than a moment, but just enough to disrupt the movement of the walking.You have encouraged me to just walk, set the meter and go until I finish, whenever that is! Perhaps the placing and removing of the pine cones is disruptive??
I'm impressed, Elle!I built my own Chakravyuha labyrinth on our acreage. (I wrote this piece, long before I had any idea what the Camino was all about).
@William Garza, if it is true that you have never walked a Camino, which is what I believe you are saying, then you have captured the essence of it, IMHO! For you to have discover "The Road" at such a young age is super-fantastic. I love your musings! I wish I had had such an experience long before the Camino bug bit. I also wonder, as I plan outdoor activities in the USA, why is there an element that is missing?What is Jerusalem?
The other answered.
Nothing...
Everything.
Someday I'll drag this broken battered shell over some path in Spain
It will be a Return to nothing
It will be Everything
The void is silence and peace because we..I empty myself to be filled again.
Absolutely love your post and your eloquent words!There is only one first time, first kiss, first blush,first time down the road...I've been thinking along of what your saying lately.
And came to my personal conclusion..that is if I build the experience up so big, so wide,so...all encompassing that there is the chance of an equally big letdown. Reading of all your adventures, romanticism embodied that I picture myself striking off from SJPDP full of vinegar and bravery and ending up like Frodo in mordor..with the weight of every little expectation on my be-furrowed brow..before there is time and distance from the experience to process what happened,did it meet my expectations...etc..
I traveled the 50 states my entire early adult life
It was a grand swept adventure full of natural wonders and force. I was 21 and started out the door a Virgin voyager, with an let see attitude.
I fell down,learned that getting up is easier as
you go,frostbitten,frostbite, literally and figuratively...
Learned to accept
Learned change is the only constant
Learned to love it.."out there" because I was who I could be.
The road changed me forever..I was hard wired and am permanently...different.
Subjectively and Objectively. I no longer fit in
Un-understandable to those who have not been-out there.
I wonder sometimes if I looked into the void..then jumped in because I couldn't see the bottom.
I can explain what happened all those years..but I begin speaking--- seeking a different language to explain what happened.
And they draw a blank..either that they can't, won't or worse don't want to understand what a dangerous thing freedom is...that deep nourishing first intoxication that comes from embracing fully.
I miss the road
It beats the cage of 70 hr weeks
Putting up with what has become constructive society..
I don't fit in
Can't fit in because the sun has been at my face
Heard the wind telling me secrets through barbed wire,bluestem grass waving in the breeze
Heard the poetry in the silence of the big empty
Felt my heart and soul grabbed so hard that tears fell
And
Still fall for the missing of that.
My muse let me see her out there
Among the clouds and rain and wind
Touched my soul and sang to me
Still
Sings to me
Calls to me with such insistence that tears come for what I miss.
Someone said
What is Jerusalem?
The other answered.
Nothing...
Everything.
Someday I'll drag this broken battered shell over some path in Spain
It will be a Return to nothing
It will be Everything
The void is silence and peace because we..I empty myself to be filled again.
I am a Terribly Complicated man I think...
I had tears in my eyes reading your post. Oh how I can relate!don't fit in
Can't fit in because the sun has been at my face
Heard the wind telling me secrets through barbed wire,bluestem grass waving in the breeze
Thanks, Robo for your post. I count on others to kick start me with contributions, and you are so good at that.There are some great threads running about what makes us keep going when we hurt ( thank you @David ) and another old one re-emerged ( by @Elle Bieling ) around that common topic of why we walk the camino.
I saw an old response of mine to that question by Elle, and it got me thinking:
Why do I go on Pilgrimage?
Because while I'm walking a Camino route I have a sense of being 'home'. In a place that feels 'right', a place that makes sense, a place where I feel alive. It seems that this is how our lives should be lived. In simplicity, amongst nature, in the company of good people, away from the crazy distractions of our World and closer to our God or Spiritual heart.
Above all...........to just be.
Being 'home' and 'working' is perhaps something that fills the void between Pilgrimages....
The 'trick' of course, IMHO, is how to make ones life at 'home', one long Pilgrimage. Perhaps that takes a few Caminos?
Quite a few........I hope.
I'm sure that many people constantly 'long' to be on camino, and yet others live between Caminos, just to be saving and planning the next one.
Can the Camino 'Ruin Us' in that sense? Like tasting a fine wine, or better still, having experienced a deep and passionate 'holiday romance' we deeply miss it.
But unlike the holiday romance, which we might realise with sadness, was just a fleeting thing and impossible to return to or recreate; the Camino is still there.......and the longing is still there......and we know.....we can return and recreate that romance at any time.
And so we yearn for it..........
Forever ruined......
Just a thought.
Outstanding words from a terribly complicated “rambling man.”There is only one first time, first kiss, first blush,first time down the road...I've been thinking along of what your saying lately.
And came to my personal conclusion..that is if I build the experience up so big, so wide,so...all encompassing that there is the chance of an equally big letdown. Reading of all your adventures, romanticism embodied that I picture myself striking off from SJPDP full of vinegar and bravery and ending up like Frodo in mordor..with the weight of every little expectation on my be-furrowed brow..before there is time and distance from the experience to process what happened,did it meet my expectations...etc..
I traveled the 50 states my entire early adult life
It was a grand swept adventure full of natural wonders and force. I was 21 and started out the door a Virgin voyager, with an let see attitude.
I fell down,learned that getting up is easier as
you go,frostbitten,frostbite, literally and figuratively...
Learned to accept
Learned change is the only constant
Learned to love it.."out there" because I was who I could be.
The road changed me forever..I was hard wired and am permanently...different.
Subjectively and Objectively. I no longer fit in
Un-understandable to those who have not been-out there.
I wonder sometimes if I looked into the void..then jumped in because I couldn't see the bottom.
I can explain what happened all those years..but I begin speaking--- seeking a different language to explain what happened.
And they draw a blank..either that they can't, won't or worse don't want to understand what a dangerous thing freedom is...that deep nourishing first intoxication that comes from embracing fully.
I miss the road
It beats the cage of 70 hr weeks
Putting up with what has become constructive society..
I don't fit in
Can't fit in because the sun has been at my face
Heard the wind telling me secrets through barbed wire,bluestem grass waving in the breeze
Heard the poetry in the silence of the big empty
Felt my heart and soul grabbed so hard that tears fell
And
Still fall for the missing of that.
My muse let me see her out there
Among the clouds and rain and wind
Touched my soul and sang to me
Still
Sings to me
Calls to me with such insistence that tears come for what I miss.
Someone said
What is Jerusalem?
The other answered.
Nothing...
Everything.
Someday I'll drag this broken battered shell over some path in Spain
It will be a Return to nothing
It will be Everything
The void is silence and peace because we..I empty myself to be filled again.
I am a Terribly Complicated man I think...
There are some great threads running about what makes us keep going when we hurt ( thank you @David ) and another old one re-emerged ( by @Elle Bieling ) around that common topic of why we walk the camino.
I saw an old response of mine to that question by Elle, and it got me thinking:
Why do I go on Pilgrimage?
Because while I'm walking a Camino route I have a sense of being 'home'. In a place that feels 'right', a place that makes sense, a place where I feel alive. It seems that this is how our lives should be lived. In simplicity, amongst nature, in the company of good people, away from the crazy distractions of our World and closer to our God or Spiritual heart.
Above all...........to just be.
Being 'home' and 'working' is perhaps something that fills the void between Pilgrimages....
The 'trick' of course, IMHO, is how to make ones life at 'home', one long Pilgrimage. Perhaps that takes a few Caminos?
Quite a few........I hope.
I'm sure that many people constantly 'long' to be on camino, and yet others live between Caminos, just to be saving and planning the next one.
Can the Camino 'Ruin Us' in that sense? Like tasting a fine wine, or better still, having experienced a deep and passionate 'holiday romance' we deeply miss it.
But unlike the holiday romance, which we might realise with sadness, was just a fleeting thing and impossible to return to or recreate; the Camino is still there.......and the longing is still there......and we know.....we can return and recreate that romance at any time.
And so we yearn for it..........
Forever ruined......
Just a thought.
I have learned that home is the defining word for me of why I walk the camino. But this complete state of Why di I go on Pilgrimage? is the defination of the word home and all that the camino congers in me. Elle is a very wise woman indeed.Why do I go on Pilgrimage?
Because while I'm walking a Camino route I have a sense of being 'home'. In a place that feels 'right', a place that makes sense, a place where I feel alive. It seems that this is how our lives should be lived. In simplicity, amongst nature, in the company of good people, away from the crazy distractions of our World and closer to our God or Spiritual heart.
Above all...........to just be.
Alex, if that is how you want to define it and how it makes you feel than that definition is 1000% on the mark. I have not read what everyone writes but I am sure that like what you wrote I have found real meaning. It may not encapsulate my heart and camino life completely but it sure is a big part of it.Can we just say: "We belong on it" (the Camino), for reasons we do not fully understand, but make us feel better/good. Would that explain it? Is "the calling to the Camino" real? I believe so... for the right people...
@It56ny I believe these wise words are from @Robo. He was responding to my question.I have learned that home is the defining word for me of why I walk the camino. But this complete state of Why di I go on Pilgrimage? is the defination of the word home and all that the camino congers in me. Elle is a very wise woman indeed.
Just so you know when I read what you have written it was 100% positive. It is all a matter of perception. I have had some positively positive sounding insults in my life that I wanted to (since this is a family forum) and sometimes did tell the person to stick it where the sun don't shine.HOW TO SWI didn't really mean it to sound too negative, sorry.
Ruined in a nice wayor a slightly sad romanticised way
Thanks so much and thanks to Robo. I am sure you share these feelings also!@It56ny I believe these wise words are from @Robo. He was responding to my question.
There is only one first time, first kiss, first blush,first time down the road...I've been thinking along of what your saying lately.
And came to my personal conclusion..that is if I build the experience up so big, so wide,so...all encompassing that there is the chance of an equally big letdown. Reading of all your adventures, romanticism embodied that I picture myself striking off from SJPDP full of vinegar and bravery and ending up like Frodo in mordor..with the weight of every little expectation on my be-furrowed brow..before there is time and distance from the experience to process what happened,did it meet my expectations...etc..
I traveled the 50 states my entire early adult life
It was a grand swept adventure full of natural wonders and force. I was 21 and started out the door a Virgin voyager, with an let see attitude.
I fell down,learned that getting up is easier as
you go,frostbitten,frostbite, literally and figuratively...
Learned to accept
Learned change is the only constant
Learned to love it.."out there" because I was who I could be.
The road changed me forever..I was hard wired and am permanently...different.
Subjectively and Objectively. I no longer fit in
Un-understandable to those who have not been-out there.
I wonder sometimes if I looked into the void..then jumped in because I couldn't see the bottom.
I can explain what happened all those years..but I begin speaking--- seeking a different language to explain what happened.
And they draw a blank..either that they can't, won't or worse don't want to understand what a dangerous thing freedom is...that deep nourishing first intoxication that comes from embracing fully.
I miss the road
It beats the cage of 70 hr weeks
Putting up with what has become constructive society..
I don't fit in
Can't fit in because the sun has been at my face
Heard the wind telling me secrets through barbed wire,bluestem grass waving in the breeze
Heard the poetry in the silence of the big empty
Felt my heart and soul grabbed so hard that tears fell
And
Still fall for the missing of that.
My muse let me see her out there
Among the clouds and rain and wind
Touched my soul and sang to me
Still
Sings to me
Calls to me with such insistence that tears come for what I miss.
Someone said
What is Jerusalem?
The other answered.
Nothing...
Everything.
Someday I'll drag this broken battered shell over some path in Spain
It will be a Return to nothing
It will be Everything
The void is silence and peace because we..I empty myself to be filled again.
I am a Terribly Complicated man I think...
A person takes off on an adventure full of p!$$and vinegar..I didn't want to irritate any sensibilities."striking off from SJPDP full of vinegar"? I must be missing something here.
"striking off from SJPDP full of vinegar"? I'm not getting what you mean.
Thank you. I'm thick in the head.A person takes off on an adventure full of p!$$and vinegar..I didn't want to irritate any sensibilities.
@Laurie Sanantone, I think these are wise words, indeed, for life during a pandemic! I'm becoming more agreeable with staying at home --- and re-living my past Caminos, and other experiences... and walking all over Seattle! Not the Camino, but not a bad alternative at all!I think the Camino will “ruin” me only if I allow my longing for it to make the rest of my life less valuable, less cherished. If I constantly long to be somewhere else, doing something else, I will miss the joy and pain of what’s right here, right now. It’s something I struggle with daily!
There is only one first time, first kiss, first blush,first time down the road...I've been thinking along of what your saying lately.
And came to my personal conclusion..that is if I build the experience up so big, so wide,so...all encompassing that there is the chance of an equally big letdown. Reading of all your adventures, romanticism embodied that I picture myself striking off from SJPDP full of vinegar and bravery and ending up like Frodo in mordor..with the weight of every little expectation on my be-furrowed brow..before there is time and distance from the experience to process what happened,did it meet my expectations...etc..
I traveled the 50 states my entire early adult life
It was a grand swept adventure full of natural wonders and force. I was 21 and started out the door a Virgin voyager, with an let see attitude.
I fell down,learned that getting up is easier as
you go,frostbitten,frostbite, literally and figuratively...
Learned to accept
Learned change is the only constant
Learned to love it.."out there" because I was who I could be.
The road changed me forever..I was hard wired and am permanently...different.
Subjectively and Objectively. I no longer fit in
Un-understandable to those who have not been-out there.
I wonder sometimes if I looked into the void..then jumped in because I couldn't see the bottom.
I can explain what happened all those years..but I begin speaking--- seeking a different language to explain what happened.
And they draw a blank..either that they can't, won't or worse don't want to understand what a dangerous thing freedom is...that deep nourishing first intoxication that comes from embracing fully.
I miss the road
It beats the cage of 70 hr weeks
Putting up with what has become constructive society..
I don't fit in
Can't fit in because the sun has been at my face
Heard the wind telling me secrets through barbed wire,bluestem grass waving in the breeze
Heard the poetry in the silence of the big empty
Felt my heart and soul grabbed so hard that tears fell
And
Still fall for the missing of that.
My muse let me see her out there
Among the clouds and rain and wind
Touched my soul and sang to me
Still
Sings to me
Calls to me with such insistence that tears come for what I miss.
Someone said
What is Jerusalem?
The other answered.
Nothing...
Everything.
Someday I'll drag this broken battered shell over some path in Spain
It will be a Return to nothing
It will be Everything
The void is silence and peace because we..I empty myself to be filled again.
I am a Terribly Complicated man I think...
No worries..I love the sentiment of better each time after!Camino walking has ruined me only in the sense that dark chocolate has ruined me for milk chocolate, yet I still enjoy milk chocolate a lot. Given the choice I would go for dark, but I would love to have milk chocolate if I can't get dark. Actually the first of anything is no biggie for me. The second time I ate chocolate ice-cream was better than the first, the third better than the second, and so on. I'm sure tomorrow's chocolate ice-cream will be better than today's, if I'm able to get any.
Thank you. I'm thick in the head.
My Muse..isn’t it strange how words... when strung together in the right order become such a thing of beauty. Your words made me cry... I long to return to that freedom
Hi! I have walked 3 Caminos and each has enriched my life and has at one level or another become integrated into my life. I guess I anticipated this would be so while still being surprised that it was. Before my first I read that "When we finish walking our Camino it continues to walk us." For me this has been true. I am also a Camino tragic and look forward to when I can walk it again - hopefully with my daughter.There are some great threads running about what makes us keep going when we hurt ( thank you @David ) and another old one re-emerged ( by @Elle Bieling ) around that common topic of why we walk the camino.
I saw an old response of mine to that question by Elle, and it got me thinking:
Why do I go on Pilgrimage?
Because while I'm walking a Camino route I have a sense of being 'home'. In a place that feels 'right', a place that makes sense, a place where I feel alive. It seems that this is how our lives should be lived. In simplicity, amongst nature, in the company of good people, away from the crazy distractions of our World and closer to our God or Spiritual heart.
Above all...........to just be.
Being 'home' and 'working' is perhaps something that fills the void between Pilgrimages....
The 'trick' of course, IMHO, is how to make ones life at 'home', one long Pilgrimage. Perhaps that takes a few Caminos?
Quite a few........I hope.
I'm sure that many people constantly 'long' to be on camino, and yet others live between Caminos, just to be saving and planning the next one.
Can the Camino 'Ruin Us' in that sense? Like tasting a fine wine, or better still, having experienced a deep and passionate 'holiday romance' we deeply miss it.
But unlike the holiday romance, which we might realise with sadness, was just a fleeting thing and impossible to return to or recreate; the Camino is still there.......and the longing is still there......and we know.....we can return and recreate that romance at any time.
And so we yearn for it..........
Forever ruined......
Just a thought.
And so we yearn for it..........
Forever ruined......
Just a thought.
I have a thin cord around my right thumb. It has four knots on it. Each 100 double left steps (four steps total) I move to the next knot. It's roughly 400 to a KM.How do you keep track? I wouldn't get to 10 before messing it up and losing interest.
At home, folks move in their own sphere of “oneness.” they are comfortable with their positions, lack, nor desire to change or take another’s position. Thus they seldom share a common thread with others. They self-righteously dismiss your opinions and beliefs to the point of being rude or cold.In a few ways...
- I can find no beer here in the U.S. that tastes as good as a cold pint of Spanish or Portuguese draft downed while walking or sipped in the evening hours spent in conversations with others.
- I can find good coffee at home, but believe café con leche is better.
- I know where my larger tribe is, and it is "over there." There is always a longing.
- But mostly, interactions with new acquaintances at home are often cold or rude, and I wonder why people can't be as kind and warm as most are on Camino.
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