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Sorry, St. Anthony

Posted on June 22, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

I have to take Lame Post Friday a day early this week. I was writing about St. Anthony’s festival when I realized I did not remember much about it other than the sausage and pepper sandwich I ate and that the band and DJ were both awfully loud (then again, I always think the music is loud). Oh, and I remember a few nice people petting Tabby. But I don’t remember the name of the band or what all kinds of booths they had besides what we actually ate (there were even other food booths, I seem to recall).

I feel really stupid! I remember giving a shout-out to St. Anthony’s Festival last year and having no problem writing the post. I know, I should go back and read that post, then look for the festival program we picked up this year, THEN write the post. But I’m at work (on a break, of course), so I can’t check these things now. And later I will not have time, because I must prepare to meet Steven for today’s Mohawk Valley adventure. And since that adventure may involve beer and staying out till 8 p.m. or later, I can’t count on writing the post afterwards. So you see my problem.

If ever there was a time for random observations and half-baked philosophy, this is it. So do you think I can come up with anything. NO!!! It’s a wrist to forehead situation.

Actually, we can extrapolate a number of observations just from the situation I described. First observation: I care more about sausage and pepper sandwiches than festival booths and band names. Second observation: I have a cute dog that nice people like to pet. Third observation: I can almost always get a post about not being able to write a post.

I can work up some half-baked philosophy around my exclamation of “I feel really stupid!” First of all (and this is also a not-so-random observation): nobody is perfect. It is counter-productive to leap to insulting global statements based upon one’s inability to recall specific details (I rather like that last sentence). Then again, I didn’t say I am stupid. I said I felt stupid. And sometimes you just have to feel a certain way until you don’t feel that way any more.

How I feel right now is that I have done wrong in writing a Lame Post on a Thursday. Fridays are for Lame Posts. Then again, this week my Friday may not be a Friday, because I might have to work on Saturday. And astute readers (if any) will have picked up on the fact that I have a Mohawk Valley adventure planned for tonight. I can write about that on Friday. Or even refresh my memory and write about St. Anthony’s Festival. The possibilities are endless!

Today, however, I’m on a time budget. What you see is what you get. Happy Thursday, everyone.

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Just Another Little Taste…

Posted on June 21, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

In addition to tasting wine and cheese at Vintage Spirits in Herkimer, NY, last Friday, I tasted some wine at Ilion Wine and Spirits. Steven accompanied me to the second place.

Ilion Wine and Spirits has a tasting room that is, dare I say, tastefully furnished. On my way back there I snagged a piece of cheese from the table of munchies. Ilion Wine and Spirits puts out an excellent snack table to go with their tastings. I left Steven sampling the goodies and made my way to the wine.

A number of people were already tasting, but not too many to get through. I’ve been to tastings there where the room was packed. However, people are usually nice about making room for each other. I picked up the print out listing the wines.

I started with a Petra Unger Gruner Veltliner 2010 from Austria. I asked should there be two dots over the u to make that “eueu” sound. There should be. I seem to remember hearing the word Veltliner before and liking the wine. I like the word, too. It’s fun to say. Try it. I liked this Veltliner, although it did not reach my ultimate accolade of “yummy.”

My other favorite of that tasting was the Medinet Blanc from France. They described it as semi-dry, well balanced. I just liked it.

By now Steven was sitting on the couch, observing the proceedings (he thought he should refrain from eating everything on the munchy table). I would get my taste, go sit down next to Steven and sip it, then ask him to hold the glass while I wrote in my little book about it. It’s a very pleasant way to do a tasting. I must get Steven to accompany me to other tastings with couches.

This was a very friendly tasting, with everybody chatting and comparing notes on what they had tried and what they had liked. I refrained from trying the Smirnoff Savannah Tea, but participated in a discussion about Long Island Iced Tea and how it can be difficult to find one made properly. We discovered that several of our fellow tasters were headed to Herkimer next for St. Anthony’s Festival. As that was Steven’s and my next destination, we promised to look for them. I also recommended the tasting at Vintage Spirits.

“Tell them Cindy sent you,” I said, although I doubt that anyone did.

I actually did not buy anything I tasted, but I found a bottle of Twin Vines Vinho Verde, which I like, and Steven pointed out some Baco Noir from Domhnall Vineyards in Herkimer, NY. I don’t like to take advantage of a free tasting and not buy anything.

Ilion Wine and Spirits is located at 10 E. Main St., Ilion, NY, telephone 315-894-8142.

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Yummy Wine

Posted on June 20, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

So Friday I was at Vintage Spirits in Herkimer, NY, where I tasted some yummy cheese from Three Village Cheese Company. I tasted some wine as well.

A lady I know from work recommended I try what she was trying, the Renee Junot White. However, Bronson said I must try the Youquem Torrontes 2011 first. I like being a regular at places. They know what you like and make recommendations. I wrote in my little book, “Oh yeah, yummy,” so obviously Bronson was right. The Junot, which of course I also tried, was fruitier and sweeter.

I will interject here for the benefit of readers who have not read one of my wine posts yet: it may be obvious by now I am not a wine snob. I do not hesitate to describe wines I like as “yummy.” Sometimes I get more descriptive, as you’ll see, but I have absolutely no oenophile cred (I had to look up how to spell that word).

I thought the Zios Albarino 2011 was a very summer wine. The driest white in the tasting was the Bigi Orvieto Classico 2011. Another good summer wine.

I also tried the Martini Prosecco. It was OK, but I like drier bubblies better. Bronson said Proseccos are dry compared to Astis. I remember having a great deal of fun at a wedding where Asti Spumante was being drunk. That was years ago, when my tastes ran sweeter and, quite frankly, so did my personality (but only relatively speaking).

Among the reds my favorite was Lapostelle Casa Carmenere 2010 from Chile. It was the most complex (ooh, there’s an oenophile word! and it gets better:). I tasted notes of pepper. I was so excited! I never taste notes of anything! Imagine my chagrin when I looked at the printout and read that the wine has notes of spice and tobacco. So once again, I was on the wrong note.

When I told Steven about it, he said he didn’t quite get why notes of tobacco would be a good thing in a wine. He likes to smoke his tobacco. On reflection, though, I say it’s not so far off. In Arabic the word for smoke (a cigarette) is the same word as to drink (a beverage). So in Arabic speaking countries, they drink their tobacco.

Anyways, I bought a bottle of the Lapostelle, thinking a larger glass and more leisure would better reveal whatever notes were present. Or I may just drink it and say, “Yum.”

Vintage Spirits is located at 246 Mohawk St., Herkimer. Phone number 315-866-6800.

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Middle-aged Run

Posted on June 19, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

I let myself off the hook most Mondays with Middle-aged Musings Monday. Kind of a beginning of the week version of Lame Post Friday. Only I spent my breaks at work (when I usually write my day’s post) staring into space, writing a letter to a friend and calling my husband on my cell. But it’s no worries if I didn’t write: I planned to run after work. That’s my usual back up: run, then write about my run.

Only it wasn’t a very good run (I know, since when has that ever stopped me?). As the Boilermaker looms ever closer, I think I would feel a little more comfortable if my runs were becoming consistently easier and more fun. And why, may I ask, aren’t they? I first learned to love running in the army and the reason was simple. All you have to do is run. And you just magically get better at it! Let me tell you, push ups are not like that. The Arabic language is not like that. Running is.

Only today it was not.

I started out with such confidence, too. The temperature had not gotten up to 90, as the meteorologists had threatened. Uh, I mean predicted. I thought, perhaps I ought to take advantage of the cooler temps and do a real workout with lots of hills or something. At least run for 45 minutes or an hour.

Ten steps out of my house, I realized the weather was not the running heaven for which I had hoped. It was humid! Muggy! I was mugged by the atmosphere! Seriously, right away I could tell that breathing would not be fun for the next however long I ran. As I got to German Street I saw that a tree was coming down right where I would have liked to run if I had been going to run up the hill to Herkimer County Community College. Good! I didn’t want to run there anyways! I would run the relatively level streets on my side of German and be happy about it.

As I ran, I confess I was not so happy. I did enjoy the comfort of my new headband, though. Saturday I bought a new headband at the Sneaker Store in New Hartford. It is a new, high tech kind of material that wicks the sweat away from your body. It is thin, so it doesn’t push my glasses askew. And it is surprisingly absorbent for its thinness. Of course, it was not the miracle I had been hoping for. My face still sweated. That was when I remembered: sweat doesn’t just drip down from the top of my head. There are sweat glands all over my head! Silly me. But I do like my new headband.

I managed to run for a half hour. I thought that was respectable, and quite frankly my legs were telling me a longer run was Just Not Possible. I usually tell them to shut up and keep running. In fact, I told them that today, too, because they wanted me to stop a good eight minutes from home. But I knew I could only keep them going for so long.

Several other people were out running. I thought we all must be training for the Boilermaker. I also thought they all looked as if they were running much better than I was. I wondered how many of them had started training in February, as I did. I felt a little virtuous about the February thing and tried not to think too hard about the not running so good thing.

I did have a middle-aged musing while I ran. It was: maybe I’m too damn middle-aged to run any more! Well, I know darn well that’s not true. After the first Boilermaker I ran, I had a very nice conversation with a guy who had run many Boilermakers, and he was in his 70s. His 70s! 70 year old men run better than me! Oh wait, that wasn’t where I was going with that. On second thought, though, that is a good point. It’s OK if I run like garbage. I’ll do much better when I’m 70!

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More Cheese, Please

Posted on June 18, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

No, this is not a post about the cheesy horror movies I adore. It is about actual cheese. But I guess I do need to get onto watching more silly movies…

Be that as it may, on Friday I went to a Wine and Cheese Tasting at Vintage Spirits in Herkimer, NY. The cheese was provided by Three Village Cheese of Poland, NY. I did take notes on the wine I tasted, but today I want to talk about the cheese. Yum!

The flier I picked up refers to it as Farmstead and Artisan Cheese. It is made on the farm from pasteurized and raw cow’s milk. I tasted Tomme, Feta, Havarti, Swedish Farmer’s Cheese, and Dill Havarti. The Tomme was the most unusual to me. It was the hardest cheese; in fact, I think Tom, the guy from Three Village Cheese, said “tomme” means hard. It was substantial. Tom said it would be good with a robust, red wine. He was quite right. I liked it a lot by itself, too.

The other cheese that was new to me was the Swedish Farmers’ Cheese. This was a softer, friendlier cheese. The flier says it can be used for breakfast, sandwiches, grilling or sauces. How about a breakfast sandwich fixed on the grill covered with cheese sauce? Or am I being silly (how unusual of me)?

The problem was, Vintage Spirits could not sell me the cheese. In fact, to purchase it I would have to go out to Tom’s truck and pay him cash. Everybody was making silly jokes about deals in the parking lot. I had no cash. Tom said I could just come out to the farm; there is a handy map on the flier. I said I would if I could not get my husband to come back with me later. He has all the cash this week for some reason.

When I got home I looked at Thursday’s paper and saw that Ilion Wine and Spirits was also having a wine tasting. Imagine my delight when Steven returned home and expressed his willingness to accompany me to both places.

Tom was happy to see me return. Steven tried all the cheeses and liked the Dill Havarti best. Steven does like dill. So do I. We went out to the parking lot to make our purchase.

Three Village Cheese is located at 2608 Newport Rd., Poland, NY. Phone number is 315-794-9545. You can also find them on Facebook.

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Good Run, Dull Post

Posted on June 17, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

I did have some authentic Mohawk Valley adventures on Friday, but Saturdays (today), I like to write about my morning’s run. For one thing, thinking about what I’m going to write sometimes keeps me running. Someone may argue that I can think about what I could write and I wouldn’t have to actually write it — you know, placebo effect. But I don’t think that would continue to work. And I needed extra motivation to run, because I had a dreadful headache this morning. So here I go.

That is, there I went, about 6:30 this morning, shortly after Steven left for work (love it when he has the early shift), enjoying the cool temperature and lack of traffic. I decided to run up Stueben Hill. For one thing, it’s a hill and I want to train on hills for the Boilermaker and DARE 5K. For another, if I get ambitious later I can drive where I ran and see how far a distance I made.

At the beginning I was running right into the sun. Ugh. Not so easy to see straight ahead. That hill is always further away than I think it is. At last I reached it. Now the sun was in a more reasonable position. That is, I was in a more reasonable position in relation to the sun. I accomplish a lot on these runs, but I don’t think I have managed to actually move the sun (split infinitive there, some people don’t like that. Sorry). And of course the hill looked steeper than I had been thinking. They always do. Is that a metaphor for life or what?

I mostly stayed on the road itself, not the soft dirt shoulder. The soft dirt may have been easier on my feet, but I also thought it would be more effort. My headache did not seem as bad now that I was out in the fresh air exerting myself, but I just didn’t feel up to too much effort. That is one reason I like to run distances. Slow and steady. Sometimes you don’t even realize the effort you are making.

It’s nice to run a street you don’t run all the time. Different things to look at. The sidewalk on this road ends right away and it feels like you are running out of town. A nice country road, although not one that takes me home, like in the John Denver song. I watched a little stream next to me. Just a trickle, really. It would stream for a while, then stop and stagnate, as if somebody had put in a miniature damn. I reminded myself not to stagnate, just to make another metaphor.

The uphill goes on for quite some time. I started to feel a little unhappy about it, but sooner than I realized, I reached Highland Avenue, where I could turn off. Perversely, I kept going up. I hadn’t been running all that long, and I intended to go for an hour. I did not want to have to spend too much time circling the streets around my house waiting for the hour to pass. I kept going a little further, then a little further, and finally turned around after 24 minutes of uphill.

It was, now that I think of it, pretty uneventful run. On my way downhill, I passed a lady at her mailbox and called a cheery good morning, which she returned.

“We got a beautiful day,” I said.

“It’s going to be,” she agreed. Actually, I thought it was beautiful right then and was going to be too hot later, but that’s just me.

I felt pretty good about my run, although my headache returned in full force as soon as I stopped. It’s finally going away, as I type this, just prior to five p.m. And I have to say, I’m a little displeased about this post. I think it’s kind of dull. Oh well, you win a few, you lose a few (although I hope I don’t lose a few readers). I ran, I wrote. I’m done.

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A Lame Post Indeed

Posted on June 16, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

Time for another Lame Post Friday. Random observations and half-baked philosophy. Ought to be an easy day. And I just don’t feel like writing one.

So I started writing a cooking post about some salad I happened to make on Sunday, and I just don’t feel like writing that.

So I sit, pondering how could I write yet another I Don’t Feel Like Writing post. I can’t do it. For one thing, some wise ass reader (you know who you are) will ask me do I want cheese with that whine and think they are clever. Listen, twinkle toes (I love calling people twinkle toes), I first heard that joke in the ’90s, and it was old then.

But it gives me an random observation worth at least a little half-baked philosophy: other people’s complaints always sound like whining. I bet I’ve made this observation before. Could that be because I complain a lot and people are always telling me to quit whining? Say it ain’t so! (They used to say “Say it ain’t so” in the army a lot. One drill sergeant once started chanted, “Say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so,” like it was the chorus of a rap song. The Drill Sergeant Rap. Somebody ought to write that.)

So now that I’ve written a paragraph with which I am not totally displeased, I don’t feel like whining any more. I mean, I don’t whine! But, yes, I’d like some cheese.

This less than 300 words. A lame post indeed. Then again, it’s Friday. And I’ve had some Mohawk Valley adventures today! So stay tuned, for something considerably less lame. Happy Friday!

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Too Hot to Trot

Posted on June 15, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

It’s All Boilermaker All The Time!

Not really. I mean, I’ve always done a lot of running posts, especially when I am short on Mohawk Valley adventures in a given week. However, I am thinking about the Boilermaker lately in a fairly obsessive fashion. It’s getting closer! Yikes!

So I’m up to running an hour as of Sunday. Then I took Monday and Tuesday off. In my defense, Monday my shoulder was still paining me quite considerably (I think I wrote a post about running Sunday with a terrible muscle spasm) and Tuesday it rained. So you see.

I ran on Wednesday. It wasn’t fun, and it wasn’t far. I had to meet Steven at 5:30 when he got off work, so we could go to Hummel’s and buy a flag for Flag Day (our flag was ripped; a veteran such as myself cannot fly a torn flag on Flag Day). I thought a half hour run would at least keep me in the game. I had an idea to run by a friend’s house and check her house number, so I could send her a post card.

It quickly became apparent that it was the wrong direction to run in. There was no shade. The sun beat on me mercilessly. I persevered, as I have been known to do. I had no reward, though, because I couldn’t see the house number as I ran by the house. I didn’t want to stop and run in place and stare. Somebody might call a cop.

Later, as I was walking with Tabby to meet Steven, we passed a lady running in the other direction.

“Hot day for it,” I remarked.

“It’s not too bad,” she answered as she loped by like an gazelle. So I felt like I’m the only plodder in Herkimer who is bothered by the late afternoon sun.

Today (Thursday), I thought I would be smarter and wait a bit before I ran. The sun could set a little, and the temperature could cool off. I got some work done around the house that way, which is good, because I knew I might be good for nothing after the run, even if it did cool off.

So I guess I should have waited longer than 45 minutes. Like maybe till October. At least I thought I would sensibly run up to Herkimer County Community College (HCCC) the back way. There would be lots of shade. None of this running through residential areas searching for friendly trees.

There was not as much shade as I was hoping for. I don’t know much about plate tectonics, but I think that hill has gotten steeper. I plodded up it, telling myself that every step was one step easier on the Boilermaker. At one point, I thought the up slope was similar to the section of the Boilermaker right before you run through the country club. Of course I could be remembering wrong, but I thought, if I can just keep doing this, maybe the Boilermaker won’t suck too much.

Oh, it took a long time to get to the top, but at last I made it. To continue on up onto campus was to run in the sun. No shade seemed available until I had run all the way up to and around the athletic complex and down the other side. Well, I wanted to go for a long run. I told myself it did not matter how slowly I ran, I just had to keep going.

A car coming in the other direction beeped at me. I gave a vague wave, since I thought it might be a friendly beep. I looked and saw a girl in the passenger seat smiling at me and the driver giving me a thumb’s up. Very nice. I was encouraged.

As I rounded the athletic fields, I realized there was no shade, but a breeze blew over me and made me happy. I saw a motorcycle in the path I was on. Who in the world parked their bike there and where were they? Then I saw three people on one of the softball diamonds, practicing batting, I think. I wanted to holler at them that I was going to borrow their motorcycle, but they were too far away.

The fence by some tennis courts cast as shadow. If only it were a solid fence instead of chain link. This wasn’t going to do me any good! Now, now, I told myself. Maybe it will help a little. It did not. In fact, the sun reflected off the hard surface of the tennis courts and made me even hotter.

As I continued, I found some shade. Not a lot, but I savored what I found. Then I was on the hill back to town. A steep down slope is not my favorite. Too jouncy. But I did what I could with it. A stop at the spring for a refreshing drink. Aaah!

Coming round a corner on my way home, I almost ran into a young man running in the other direction. We saw each other in plenty of time. He even said, “Excuse me.” Nice young man, and running quite a bit faster than I was.

The phrase “All Boilermaker All The Time” came into my head as I walked my cool down with Tabby. The Boilermaker certainly motivated me to run today, at least to run as far as I did. Now that I’m drinking Gator Ade and typing this into the computer, I don’t feel too bad. I didn’t feel it during the run, but maybe I can rock this after all.

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Searching for Treasure

Posted on June 13, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

Saturday Herkimer held village wide garage sales. Woohoo! I love garage sales!

Steven had to work till two, and we had a guest intending to arrive between noon and one. I figured most garage sales run till four or five, so there would still be plenty of junk to buy.

Prior to noon, Tabby and I decided to walk to the post office. We had a couple of checks we wanted to get in the mail (yes, we are that old fashioned) (actually, I hear that in some quarters it is unfashionable to pay your bills at all or at least on time). I had my purse with me, just in case we passed something we couldn’t resist.

Right away I saw a witch at a sale across the street. We hurried over. She was gorgeous, but she was not all there. The lady running the sale was waiting for somebody else to show up and mind the store while she ran up to the attic for the base. I promised to return with husband and sufficient funds. I knew I was taking my chances, but that’s the way it works. If I lost out on the witch, I could only hope she found a good home.

As we continued through Meyers Park, we saw that Herkimer Garden Club had a sale in the gazebo (or is it a bandstand?). We had to go through the park anyways so stopped to look. An extremely cute young girl showed us some of the plants available and tried to sell me a raffle ticket. I’m all about raffles, but I only had a five. I asked if she had change. She said she could sell me five dollars’ worth of tickets. I complimented her on her sales technique and searched my purse to see if I had a dollar in quarters. I did not. Well, I knew Steven would want to check the sale out so promised to return. They planned to be there till four.

Later on when Steven got home and changed into shorts, we decided to hit the plant sale first and work our way back home. They weren’t there! It was only ten minutes to three! We speculated that they had sold out. We went in search of the witch. She was still there, complete with base.

“You haven’t sold her yet,” I said to the lady.

“This lady just bought her,” she said.

“You snooze, you lose,” I philosophized. I couldn’t feel too bad. I have, after all, many witches and ghouls, and the lady the had gotten this witch looked delighted with her purchase. I do like to see things go to a good home. Our disappointment was further mitigated when we found a Halloween lamp post at the sale. We didn’t have a lamp post in our Halloween collection. We do now.

At another house we found a pair of lamps. Steven only wanted one for the second bedroom, but I thought we should buy both, because it was a matched set.

“We’ll put them in our bedroom and put the one on my side of the bed in the second bedroom,” I said.

At that sale we met a very nice beagle puppy named Lucy. Tabby is often indifferent to other dogs, but she seemed very interested in Lucy. Lucy’s people were nice, too.

Two other stops where we found some tins for Christmas presents and a book for me, and then we had had enough garage saling. A lot of the sales were winding down by that time.

It would have been nice to start our garage sale adventure earlier. We could have purchased a map at Valley Exchange. Then it would have been like a real treasure hunt. Oh well, there’s always next year. Or the next village wide sales at another Mohawk Valley community.

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Monday Malaise

Posted on June 12, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

All I want to do is lie flat on my back and stare at the ceiling.

I even had to force myself to write that sentence. This is, after all, why I invented Middle-aged Musings Monday. So I could ease into the week with a minimum amount of effort.

Then again, the minimum amount of effort is still some effort. And no effort is wasted, as I noted in an earlier post (it is way too much effort for me to go back and check the date or what I actually said about it).

Astute readers (if any) may remember that I said I would post every day for one year. That year was up as of May 23, and yet I am still posting every day. Perhaps I should finally give myself and my readers a day off. Nah. Readers can happily give themselves a day off by simply Not Reading. I personally feel I take many days off with silly postings such as today’s.

I had started back at the beginning of Mohawk Valley Girl, reading every post and jotting down title and subject (if it wasn’t obvious) in a notebook. I thought I could kind of do a State of the Blog thing, see where I’ve been, what sort of post got the most “likes,” what sounded good. I haven’t gotten very far.

I’m not getting very far on this post either. Oh dear! Where am I and what have I done to myself?

After I wrote the preceding, I worked and ate and drank Gator Ade (not all at the same time). I felt quite drained of brain. As the day progressed, I began to feel a little better. Not that my brain came back to life; I just felt a little less brain dead. I thought perhaps if I typed in what I had written this morning, I could bring it all to an insightful conclusion.

As Benjamin Franklin said in the play (and movie) 1776, “I’m thinking, but nothing is coming.” I may have that quote wrong. I’ll let you know after I watch the movie again. In the meantime, I have a bed to lie on and a ceiling to stare at. Happy Monday, everyone.

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