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#switzerland#travel#europe#mountains#alpine#swiss#kandersteg#alpine lake#clouds#oeschinensee#lake#vista#hiking#hike#outdoors#alps#earth pix#landscape#landscapes#outdoor photography#swiss landscapes#landscape photography#from above#earth official#travels#travel blog#bernese oberland#swiss alps
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clear creek nature preserve, rockbridge OH - 2020 (part 2)
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snakes and hawthorn
#forest life#<-my pix tag#hiking#forest#hawthorn#I felt strongly like this had some kind of significance when I saw it… something like an omen#maybe its image will say something to you too
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ENCOUNTER: HERICIUM ERINACEUS OF MYTHIC PROPORTIONS
#specimens#seen on my hike today. did not harvest as i am not an eater of 'shrooms & the local wildlife will enjoy it much more#documented for posterity though. science!#pix
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How have ur hobbies changed as you've grown do u still like to take pictures? Do u just bring snacks with u to stay eating? Or do u stay home and enjoy ur taking pix of new subject matter.
They have changed a lot my biggest hobbies is eating probs!
Followed by watching netflix and or editing content. I also just work a lot and Ive got a desk job so it’s easy for me to ballon. I do enjoy going to airshow, but typically if I can get past the mile and a half to 3 mile walk the airshows are usually enjoyable for me. I typically take a lot of Tylenol before I walk because my feet are about to hurt.
I used to work out five or six times a week. I used to go to little group workouts with all my friends I used to go to the park and walk the lake or go hiking. I used to love doing photo shoots every other weekend and I was extremely active and I didn’t have a whole lot of time for TV or other things.
#bhm#male feedee#ask jaba#bhm belly#weight gain#fat belly#belly kink#female feeder#make me fatter#fat#glorify obesity#obese#obesity
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sorry if this is too much for a simple ask. but check out my bug pix from a hike today
lovely critters! Luna moth during the day, a real treat. also great Sinea kid at the end, I won’t be seeing those for another month or two
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Pixlriffs sees the world as it used to be.
At first, he's nothing special. The archeologist's guild relocates him to the Ancient Capital, where he sits for hours in the blistering heat, hikes across hills and cliffs and mountains, even delves into caves armed only with a torch and feeble sword--he's a historian, not a mercenary--to catalog a massive diamond-infested ribcage the neighboring Sheriff discovered during his spelunking trip.
He mines and farms to keep his little patchy settlement alive. He brushes fossils and restores paintings and is careful, so careful, with the crumbling stone and the withering grass. He does his job, and his research, and does his best to restore the past with gentle hands.
Perhaps it is his gentleness that gifts him the visions.
His hand brushes through the rising columns of houses made from basalt and deepslate, through the walls as if he's the ghost. It's disorienting, at first, to reach out and be met with nothing. He calls it a vision, because it's far too vivid to be a mirage, and he does his best to ignore it.
But something about the ruins haunts him while he tries to work. Something stirs in his heart as he watches the walls flicker and shift, and he feels… he feels longing, deep in his ribs.
Maybe that's why, the next day, he picks up his tools and gets to work.
Pixl knows what his job is. Preserve, restore, discover, record. This isn't what the guild authorized.
But the instinct to bring the vision to life, to put it where it belongs, is insistent.
Building, as it turns out, is much more difficult than restoring. He gets the hang of it, though, and the blueprints that he sees each time he blinks are helpful, if maddening. The itch in his ears is resolved once the ruins are no longer cobbled, and the frame of a long-destroyed home is returned.
He knows his strengths, though. It's not returned to its former glory. But the house is once again standing where it belongs, and it fills him with awe and longing and emotions he can't even begin to describe.
It's only a house, but it's inexplicably, indescribably right for it to sit on the crest of that hill, nestled between his wheat and the slowly wearing path to the campfire.
He brought it back from the past. He brought something back to life. He feels warm, like peace has settled into his stomach and given him time to rest, and to work.
The next time he sees something that isn't there, the peace is obliterated, and he is filled with apprehension.
There is no way he could build that.
The bridge spans for miles upon miles. It is absolutely massive, with twelve towers digging deep into the river, and it screams to be a symbol of pride, of honor, of unity. It is regal, tall, brilliant. He is washed in awe to bear witness, but he knows his limits.
He's just an archeologist. He can't do that.
So Pix tries ignoring it.
He spends the day working, getting his hands dirty. It's easy to turn his back on the vision in the distance, while the sun is high. He focuses on the discovery of the catacombs, of trading with the other… 'rulers', they call themselves, expanding his area.
The night is a different story.
Pix is a light sleeper. He tosses and turns on a good night. But he can't close his eyes, and he can't stop thinking about the bridge. His muscles still ache just from the little house across his field.
He tries to reassure himself--maybe it's a mirage. Go to sleep, Pix. Everything will be normal in the morning.
When the voices speak, he thinks he's lost his mind.
It is a big thing to undertake, but we are with you.
"Who?" he starts, choking on his saliva and nearly landing on the floor beside his bed.
The Great Bridge must be build again, they whisper, low and conspiratorial and ageless, and you, with your gentle hands, and your fire, are the one to do so.
"I… who are you?"
The voices don't answer.
There are voices in his head. He's losing it.
He thinks. He clings to the sheets of his cot, and he prays to whoever is listening that he's not going just as crazy as whatever Joel has going on.
"I can't do that," he says, hushed and bewildered. "I'm… I'm just a man, I can't do that."
Heroes like to say that, they whisper sadly. But do not fear. We are with you.
The vision fills his mind once again. The Great Bridge, miles above the sea level from where it once was, in glory and in greatness.
A symbol of unity.
"Okay," he says, voice small. "I'll… I'll try."
After that, he loses time.
He remembers his knees scraping against sharp stone and getting soaked from falling into the river several times. He remembers calloused palms and burning skin. He remembers building. Working.
He's good at that. Working.
When he feels himself again, he is kneeling, covered in dust, with bloody knees and aching hands, in the center of a bridge a million times his size, and he feels like the world has woken up.
There are voices in his ears, cheering to him. He is laughing, helpless.
This is what he was made for. Restoration. This, the thing he's collapsed on top of, this is history.
He doesn't know how long he stays there, kneeling on the bridge. Someone swoops by and asks if he's alright, and he answers yes, feeling light. He's never been better, he says.
They fly away rather quickly, but he hears their elytra spiral around the bridge for many seconds before it fades into the distance.
Hero, the voices whisper. We are with you.
He goes home, and he sleeps for three days, and then everything goes back to normal. He tends to the wheat and the cows and the froglights. He eats, and cleans his bloodied knees, and speaks with the rulers, and trades.
He is complimented on the bridge for weeks after. Even Joel, the eleven-foot god, stops by to leave a small floating bedroom in one of the towers. The rulers seem to have accepted him in their world, and he feels the stories move along around him. The blueprints are gone from behind his eyelids, now that he sees the true buildings before him every day.
The next vision is different.
Pix wakes up, in the middle of the night, forced out of his bed by something akin to fear, to anxiety. It stirs in him, pulses and ties his stomach to knots, and his gaze is frantic as he tries to discover the perceived threat.
His eyes land upon a statue that certainly wasn't there when he went to sleep.
There is a woman.
She towers. She is strong, in all but the material that builds her; she is love, she is strength, she is mothering kindness, and she is light, in everything, she is light.
She holds a sword, but her arms are open. Her hair is long, in waves; and behind her spreads wings, and behind her still a circlet of gold like the sun behind her.
Santa Perla, the voices whisper, and they ache equally with longing and joy.
When his gaze meets hers, the fear calms.
Santa Perla.
The night is high, and the air is cold, and the monsters are angrier than most, but he picks up a shulker, and he works.
Pix remembers the moment before, when her gaze is locked on him, melancholic and ageless. And he remembers the moment after, when she stands tall, in glory, looking to the horizon, gracing the land with light.
His fingers are bleeding from the stone, his eyes are dry and his stomach is howling and the sun is setting, but the peace fills him and he can't stop smiling.
She has returned, he thinks, and it is right.
"Are you there?" he asks the voices, once he's brushed the final dust from the stone. "I did it. She's back."
We are with you, they whisper. The air around him shimmers, cool against his burning skin. We are grateful.
He laughs, breathless and achy. "What's next?"
Wait, hero. You have served us well. Rest, and we will return.
"I'm no hero," he says, and is met only with silence.
It continues. The gates are shaky in his mind, like a mirage in the desert. The museum grows to be a constant, the voices murmuring soft in his head as he adds history into reality. The castle, oh, the castle, it is bigger than he could ever imagine.
But the bridge was just as big, and the voices just as strong. Hero, they call him, and he finds the word fits on his shoulders.
So he puts down his feet and he gets to work.
He builds and discovers history as he creates it. With every piece he restores, he stills the stirring in his chest, and he feels more like himself.
He works, and he grows, and he learns. He is called hero and he is called king.
Pixlriffs sees the past as reality, and he brings it all back to life.
ao3 link here, inspired by @darubyprincxx and their post on pix's lightmatica wristband actually being visions. i love my prophet!pix headcanons. sue me.
#pixlriffs empires#empires pixl#empires s2#empires smp 2#prophet pixlriffs#but with a twist!#some religious undertones#santa perla#pixlriffs#ancient capital empires#empires fanfic#empires fic#empires smp fic#dm for tags!!
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📸 hiking w friends is fun cause u get pix of u taking pix 🫡
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#river#waterfall#landscape#new england#landscapes#new hampshire#nh#nature#outdoors#hiking#travel#outdoor phoography#landscape photography#white mountains#forest#cascade#water#depth of earth#earth pix#hike#falls#flowing river#flowing water#winter#snow#ice#waterfalls#rivers#riverside#travel blog
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mount airy, cincinnati OH - 2021
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Out of storage
Mythical J. Sausage of Sanctuary was tracking the evil version of himself. He eventually found the man on the banks of an expansive Dark Oak Forest. “Ah home sweet home.” Bratwurst said stepping off his boat. “And no Codboy next door to terrorize. this time around…” ES sighed grumpily. “I miss war General, he’s know how to vanquish this puny version of myself.” ES said hiking up the slope of the hill towards a ruin. “God they really let this place go to the dog didn’t they.” ES said kicking over a stone.
Sausage carefully followed a couple paces behind the other. The ruin was obviously very grand once but had been lost to time herself. Sausage was drawn out of his musings when the moons dim light was blocked out by a fast moving shadow. And landing behind ES during his self-monologue was a thing in dusty blue chitin with bone decals. It’s eyes were a noxious green. “Hello sausage. I’ve been waiting for you to make another appearance.” The shadow said and Sausage saw a beautifully carved cross bow loaded hanging in the blue things claw like hands.
“Eek! Ah! The Phantom Assassin I was wondering what happened to you in these long long a thousand years.” ES said spinning on his heel to face the slightly taller thing. “Couldn’t say the same, where did you hide?” The Phantom Assassin said shaking their head. “Oh you wanna know where I was?! I was STUCK in a crystal MIRROR REALM FOR A MILLENNIUM!” ES shrieked, Sausage couldn’t help but wince at the Phantom Assassin, ES was formidable would they be okay?
But… this phantom Assassin began to laugh. A deep basey thing that echoed through the dark woods. “Ah the good you always kept that horrendous sense of humour I see” they said shaking their head. “There is no good me! Only the one that reigned supreme!” ES said waving his dark broadsword. “And yet he trapped you in a sad mirror dimension?” Sausage felt like a third wheel not getting any of the jokes passed between friends, but these two were in fact not friends and were instead trading barbs.
With a sudden scream ES struck out with his sword going for a decapitating blow. Sausage almost jumped out of the woods to help the assassin but they just parried the blow with their long claws. “Come on! I get pulled out of storage just for this wimpy fight? Actually try!” They yelled ducking under another wild swing. “You’d think your patron would actually get you some fighting skills!” Phantom Assassin goaded before lunging towards ES’s heart with a small dagger that was tucked between their fingers. ES jumped back with a yelp. “Almost nicked me!” He said, seeming annoyed to even be almost hit by his assailant.
Every time sausage considered climbing out of the bushes he’d found himself in between sharp a barb or strike tossed between the two would remind him how out of his depth he was compared to the two probably/most likely ancient beings. “How’s Ji-“ ES started another jab his opponent. But The Phantom Assassin lunged at him and threw a hand over the other’s face. “That is not your name to say.” Phantom hissed, Sausage could hear an audible hiss come from the stranger. ES rolled and kicked the assassin off him before grabbing a rocket. “See you around looser!” And he shot into the air faster then what seemed possible.
It seemed The Phantom Assassin was going to follow but as his elytra flared sausage saw tears and rips and suddenly realized that they were wings, not an elytra. Hissing the Phantom Assassin thumped into the ground after attempting to get off the ground. “Of all the times to not bring rockets!” They groaned and then they took off their head. No, they took off their mask and Sausage couldn’t suppress a gasp. Under the mask was a man with tousled brown hair, a closely shaven beard and they had eye bags that would need to be checked.
Pix’s eyes snapped up to where he was hiding. He grabbed the crossbow from his belt and began to stalk towards him. In the dark it looked like his eyes were glowing, and suddenly Sausage realized just how intimidating Pix could be when he wanted to. With broad shoulders and dark eyes he could be quite scary. “Who’s there? I don’t want to hurt you.” Pix said stalking forward on silent feet. “Um hi Pix! It’s me Sausage! Not my evil doppelgänger.” Sausage poking up out of the bushes he immediately had to duck down to avoid a firework rocket straight in his eye.
“Hi!” Sausage said clambering out of the bushes. “Oh um hello?” Pix waved awkwardly and his eyes stopped glowing. “Yes hello! That was the first time somebody has actually held their own against him! How did you do it?” Sausage said jumping up to the archeologist. “Oh erm… lots of experience?” Pix said looking very awkward, “I’m actually very out of practice, I haven’t fought someone properly in a while.” Pix shrugged looking hilariously self conscious in a set of plate armour. “Really!? That was you out of practice? What are you like in practice???” Sausage asked feeling openly shocked. “I’m better with a trident too.” Pix said apparently not hearing Sausage’s increasingly stressed comments.
“Give me a month then you don’t have to deal with him anymore. Oh and I would appreciate if you won’t mention the whole 1000 years ago we fought comments to anybody.” Pix said as if running through a pre-prepared checklist. “I’m sure you have questions I’ll try to answer them the best I can!” Pix said finally stopping.
“Sure sure, let’s go back to Sanctuary then I’ll ask questions.” Sausage said as Pix pinned a zombie to a tree with a well shot arrow. “Oh right it is cold!” Pix said tilting his head. Sausage chose to ignore that particular bag of cats and passed Pix a pack of rockets. “Ah! Thank you!” Pix said, turning the rockets over in his hands. And he followed Sausage into the air towards Sanctuary. He noticed that Pix used almost double the amount of rockets, perhaps it had to do with his mangled wings. Soon enough they were inside Sausages warm living room, and Pix had rid himself of his armour leaving him in soft looking travelling clothes
“Oh okay, uhhh… how did you live 1000 years in the past?” Sausage asked fiddling with his sunflower broach. “A form of a demigod’s extended life span plus a healthy dose of minimal immortality granted by my god/mom, I’m also far older then 1000 or so years…” Pix said picking at his claw like nails. Huh, Sausage always assumed he wore gloves to stave off at least some of the dirt the Ancient Capital hosted.
“Okay cool cool cool… um, are you a phantom hybrid? And if you are how did your wings end up like that?” Sausage asked tilting his head. “I am, thanks mum!” Pix rolled his eyes. “Desert sun doesn’t like Phantom wings even if your a hybrid your wings can still get badly sunburnt.” Pix shrugged.
“How did you become this Phantom Assassin?” Sausage asked tracing a pattern on his arm chair. “Oh I was mad, I was hurt by someone and I wanted revenge. So I killed at least 30 phantoms and made the costume. And then killed a king.” Pix said tugging at his hair in a way that suggested it used to be far longer.
“Ah that’s awful. You mentioned your a demigod and your mum was the godly side?” Sausage asked, being the father of a demigod he wondered how it worked as they grew up. “Mhm, my mum is Kirinax, goddess of souls, death, and sometimes vegetables depending on who you ask.” Pix shrugged before letting out a yawn. “Ah! I’m a horrible host would you like something to drink?” Sausage asked leaping to his feet. “Some tea would be nice if it’s not too much trouble?” Pix shrugged with a short smile.
Getting up Sausage went to make some tea for the tired assassin he took his time trying to remember if phantoms were explicitly allergic to anything. Eventually he returned to the living room to find the archeologist dead asleep on the couch. Laughing Sausage covered the man with a blanket and went to bed himself.
When he woke up the next day all that was left of Pix was a short thank you note on top of the carefully folded blanket.
Hey! Sorry about falling asleep, you have a very comfy couch! Anymore questions can be sent to the ancient capital btw!
- Pixlriffs, Archeologist of the Archeological guild, the copper king
At the bottom of the note was a doodle of a phantom mid dive. It seemed Sausage had to investigate the strange archeologist a little deeper.
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To breakdown each counselor! I'll do campers in another ask!
Jimmy is one of the ones I decided to trans the gender of :]. He and his sister, Lizzie are fae. He's the one who plays the guitar for campfire songs. Grian keeps trying to get him to play the one from Spongebob, and Jimmy reluctantly agrees. Jimmy's actually Grian's favorite counselor. Maybe it's because he likes messing with him, but y'know.
Fwhip is little bit reckless, but he's definitely one of the fun counselors. Is he all that athletic? Not super, but that doesn't stop him! He's a favorite among many campers, including Mumbo, Tango, and Cub, and of course, his little sister Gem. Now if only he could stop accidentally swearing in front of the kids.
Katherine doubles as a counselor, and the camp nurse. She's very well-versed in first aid, and can very easily calm just about any kid down. Her campers often make her flower crowns, and she wears them all when she can. She's a favorite to quite a few, including Stress and Pearl.
Joey mostly helps in the arts and crafts cabin. He doesn't really like being outside, it's anyone's guess as to why he's a counselor, but he does very much care about the kids. He's where a lot of kids get their sass from when they return back home. It's why he's a favorite counselor of Cleo's. Joey's also been teaching Xisuma to speak up for himself a bit more. He just needs to stop sneaking off to make out with his boyfriend Xornoth behind the cabins.
Joel isn't the smartest, but he's very funny. Joel also has a very high pain tolerance, almost to the point where he's a bit reckless with it. It worries his girlfriend to death, but the campers find it fascinating. Scar especially, seeing as how he's very similar.
Sausage ends up teaching a couple of the kids Spanish while they're at the camp. He's the camp's main cook, and everyone adores his food. The kids find his overacting with the other counselors hilarious as well. His flair for dramatics makes him a favorite of the more theatrical kids, like Ren and Wels.
Lizzie is the big sister of camp. Sweet, a bit chaotic, but responsible and kind to everyone. She mainly runs the water activities, and that coupled with her pink hair makes jokes and rumors of her being a mermaid fly. She doesn't exactly correct them, even if she isn't a mermaid. Why ruin their fun? Xb loves her for it. And Wels? Well, if his calling her "Miss Mermaid" is anything to go by, he does too.
Pix is technically the owner of the camp, being the oldest and most responsible. That's not to say he's boring, as campers find his pranks to be the most intricate, elaborate things they've ever seen. He's always got an interesting story to tell. Martyn always finds his stories fascinating.
Scott is more quiet, and understated as a counselor. But he's very responsible, and makes sure each camper is comfortable in whatever they're doing. He mostly works with the archery range, and teaches any camper who wants to learn self defense. False is an ace in his classes, and Scar loves the archery aspect. Scott's brother Xornoth also helps out sometimes, when he's not dragged off by Joey.
And Shrub! Shrub runs the nature hikes and walks, and gets so excited during them. She proudly infodumps about any aspect of nature she can, and stimming for them is just second nature. This, though, accidentally teaches the campers stimming. Well, most of them already had something they do that qualifies. Shrub didn't mean to, he just needed to get the energy out, which was how they explained it to the kids. But.. now she makes it a group thing with the rest of the campers she's going with. Telling them to "shake it out" and getting them to join her. Bdubs was won over the moment she complimented his blanket cape.
That's the counselors for ya!
I LOVE SCOTT- adding Xornoth in this is SO GOOD, bless Joey dragging Xor Daddy away LMAO
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welp I’m obsessed now, have some more headcanons from my college au
Wow not just Empires this time? Crazy
So the DSMP- it’s funny because no one else really swears, so when one of them (particularly like Q or Tommy) swears they get like a hundred people going “LANGUAGE” and at least four of them flick them in the side of the head
A few of them show promise as far as building goes- Foolish and Sam are both pretty awesome STEAM people
Most of them still don’t know what they’re doing tho lmao
As previously mentioned, the dorm buildings are really funky but I want to talk about them more
So the ESMP (Empire Building) is gorgeous architecture and vaulted ceilings and mural walls done by students; very shmancy, as far as dorms go. And then all the rooms are very different styles- Joel and Pix share a room (bf things✨✨) and it’s an Ancient Greek style, Scott and Sausage have a very colorful place, Lizzie and fWhip’s room is full of plants, aquariums, terrariums, and as many other living things as possible, Katherine and Shelby have lots of witchy magic everywhere and it’s pink and green and purple and black, Gem and Jimmy’s place is an absolute mess of things, but it’s all perfectly organized and put together and Gem’s ceiling is a skylight. Ollie and Joey look right over the coast, but the dorm is mostly ship themed because Ollie pitches a tent on the beach most of the time
I… didn’t really want to talk about the other two I just wanted to do Empires XD
Well a lot could be said about everyone’s fashion sense, because here’s the thing: they’re college students
That means we’ve got some of them absolutely tryharding and the others too lazy to throw on much more than jeans, a partner’s shirt or hoodie, and the nearest pair of Converse
But our tryhards (Tango, I’m looking at you) are out here in full fits and sometimes makeup that they spent a good hour on that morning and like?? Who’s got that kind of energy??
But all of them have to try at least a little bit sometimes, because field projects are a thing and they can’t show up in their pajamas
Example number one: fWhip spends most of his time in a combination of Pix’s sweats, Joel’s hoodies, and Lizzie’s flannels. But when it’s time to climb down into a bigass cavern for three days, it’s a WHOLE other story
We’re talking cargo pants, hiking boots, Mojang Uni T-shirt, full climbing harnesses, and he’s tied the longer front part of his hair into a unicorn horn to keep it out of his face so you can see the freckles all over his cheeks and forehead. We’re not gonna talk about why his partners very suddenly had nosebleeds while waving him off on his trip have fun babe!!
Example two: Bdubs normally wears his fuzzy green bathrobe that looks like moss over a white T-shirt and black jeans, but on days where he was to present projects/ models/ builds, it’s a sweater over a collared shirt and a Uni cap that Etho ALWAYS has to steal just because it’s that tempting to mess with his poor short boyfriend
But ofc there’s always those ones (ahem DREAM) who just don’t put all that much effort in
Niki, Lizzie, Stress, Katherine, Gem, Hannah, and Shelby work at the campus coffee shop (their menu is infused with magic!)
You can order a latte with a shot of confidence if you’ve got a presentation
You can order extra hydration if you have a field trip and need to walk a lot and you don’t want to bring a water bottle
The campus wind sailing team that consists of Puffy, Joey, Ollie, Ren, and Keralis uses the bay for practice while the rest of everyone else has a beach day (it’s a crowded but lovely sight)
Truth or Dare at parties is a fucking nightmare are you kidding me
Do not challenge Dream to obstacle courses. The only one who’s ever beaten him is Grian
Anyways
#ESMP#hermitcraft#ive been informed the ship name is glass spouses?#trafficshipping#hermitshipping#college au#DSMP#glass spouses#mcyt
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