7/11/92 Contents of Refridgerator Sized Boxes
January 14, 2012
Back in 1992, I traveled to Romania to take needed items to
orphans. Fans sent clothes and toothbrushes and toys. At some point,
I decided to also take art supplies, knowing the children I would see
had never been exposed to paper, crayons, etc. Michael's (the arts
and crafts store) gave me massive quantities of items I requested in
exchange for singing on their commercial. The amount of supplies
here probably sound small, but remember: these boxes were enormous
refridgerator sized containers. The cigarettes were to bribe guards
or anyone trying to keep us from visiting the children in need. Just
one cigarette was all it took to win someone's favor. An entire pack
would have been like handing someone a block of gold. I'd like to take
a moment here and thank the good people who believed in my journey
and donated so many goods (friends, family, fans) and to Lufthansa for
generously allowing me to ship these 22 boxes for free. It would have
cost thousands of dollars, and their kindness brought a lot of joy to
hundreds of neglected, forgotten children, not only in the orphanages,
but living on the streets. (Some items listed, I have no recollection of what
they were. Feminine products and condoms were highly sought after, but
had to be given as casually as possible to the nurses or families we encountered.
And, today, it would be very hard to ship the meds, cigs, or coffee items
without a lot of rig-a-ma-roo, I suppose.)
7/11/92
#1 Clothes/shoes/stuffed toy animals
#2 Clothes for teenage girls
#3 Crayons/pencils/puffy things
#4 Children's sweaters
#5 Teen girls/hats/gloves/belts/sweat/st.animals/baby wipes
4 baby food/socks/diapers/baby booties/baby clothes
#6 Sweatshirts/lotion/1 sneaker/1 cowboy boot
#7 Coffee/shoes/pants sets/TP/felt/cigs
#8 Bubbles/notebooks/fans/bracelets/washclothes
sunglasses/mini-staplers/nerf football/harmonicas
dolls/tiny kleenex/jackets/boys shirts/nyquil/pre-teen girls
crest/TP/toddlers/shopping bags/toothbrushes
#9 combs/TB & P/hairbands/combs/travel shampoo/band-aids
#10 scissors
#11 boys clothes/chloraseptic/cigs/girls clothes/TBrush & paste
#12 TP/boys clothes/medicine/baby clothes/toothb/colgate/cigs
coffee/combs & br
#13 Toys/instruments/Bubble neck
#14 Toothb/Toothp/TP/coffee
#15 Paper
#16 TP & TB
#17 Chalk/markers/crayons/pers. shampoo/sketchpads
#18 Pap/teenage boys/coffee/st. animals/off supp
#19 Patches/pushpins/col. books/drawing paper/rubberbands/
pencils/nametags
#20 Glue/TP/toddlers/beads/pt. brushes/some clothes/jackets/cigs
#21 Paper (roll)
#22 Paper (roll)
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Answers to the Survey Monkey survey I created, “Do you know these women and what they accomplished?”
December 29, 2011
mentioned in my video, "Palin' By Comparison", had accomplished by creating a survey.
Some of the questions were tricky; I had fun making it a multiple choice version, and
some of the answers didn't cover a woman's entire body of accomplishments, but I did
my best to include real answers among the fake (and some were "all of the above" or none
of the above questions, as well.
These are the results. To find the test, you have to go to my FB page and click on the link
under the wall post. You'll know it if you look for it. These results are based on 145 people
responding to the test.
I think the most interesting aspect of reading the results was how many people SKIPPED over
a question. To me, that indicated that, perhaps, the woman I presented wasn't someone the person
taking the survey knew at all.
For convenience sake, after Harriet Tubman, "r" will still for
for "right", "w" will stand for "wrong" and "s" will stand for "skipped".
I also highlighted in bold the women who I felt were least recognized, just to point
them out in case anyone wants to find out more about them.
Harriet Tubman 139 right/9 wrong/6 skipped
Sarah Palin 142 r/1 w/1 s
Helen Keller 141 r/2 w/2 s
Frida Kahlo 114 r/22 w/9 s
Rosa Parks 134 r/2 w/9 s
Rosa Bonheur 29 r/95 w/21 s
Joan of Arc 132 r/5 w/8 s
Maya Angelou 133 r/1 w/11 s
Juana Ines De La Cruz 76 r/43 w/26 s
Wilma Mankiller 82 r/44 w/20 s
Pearl Buck 122 r/23 s
Emily Dickinson 106 r/20 w/19 s
Sappho 98 r/22 w/25 s
Soujourner 105 r/17 w/23 s
Tz'u 98 r/19 w/28 s
Gilda Radner 123 r/4 w/18 s
Carol Burnett 122 r/3 w/20 s
Lily Tomlin 124 r/3 w/18 s
Tina Fey 124 r/2 w/19 s
Wanda Sykes 111 r/15 w/19 s
Betty Friedan 108 r/ 37 s
Sally Ride 104 r/2 w/34 s
Mae West 115 r/30 s
Jhumpa Lahiri 23 r/ 79 w/42 s
Oprah 112 r/5 w/28 s
Madame Curie 94 r/ 18 picked one of the correct answers/33 s
Anne Frank 113 r/3 w/29 s
O'Keefe 106 r/6 w/33 s
Pearl Bailey 86 r/26 w/33 s
Indira Ghandi 75 r/34 picked one of the correct answers/2 w/34 s
Evita Peron 112 r/33 s
Ani Di Franco 83 r/21 w/42 s
Ellen DeGeneres 110 r/35 s
2 Nice Girls 50 r/46 w/49 s
Ella Fitzgerald 108 r/37 s
Eve 105 r/3 w/37 s
Bessie Smith 88 r/11 w/46 s
Mother Teresa 108 r/37 s
Sacajawea 100 r/2 w/38 s
Guerilla Girls 70 r/27 w/48 s
Susan B. Anthony 105 r/1 w/39 s
Billie Jean King 105 r/3 w/37 s
Alberta Hunter 36 r/44 w/55 s
Marian Anderson 62 r/33 w/50 s
Josephine Baker 89 r/11 w/45 s
Barbara Jordan 100 r/4 w/41 s
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“For The Love Of God”—-Song I Wrote for Gov. Rick Perry
December 07, 2011
by Sara Hickman
You wanna fast
You wanna pray
Well, that's alright
Yea, that's ok
But you could serve
Do up some good
Instead of fasting
You could serve up some food
Since you were little
Down on your knees
You prayed to Jesus,
"Lord, help me please…
Make me rich
Remove the guilt
Give me power
On the tower of lies I've built..."
For the love of God
Why don't you set us free
For the love of God
End all this misery
For the love of God…why can't you see?
That the truth…lies in the heart…of who you'll never be
Out on the street
There's people crying
Out in the world
People are dying
Now I'm not perfect
I've got my faults
But you're denying
What you know without a doubt
Cuz you've broken
What you promised to do
When you took that oath
And swore you'd keep it, too
You're so righteous
In what you think you know
You think it's hot in Texas...?
Wait till you see what's waiting below
For the love of God
Why don't you set us free
For the love of God
End all this misery
For the love of God…why can't you see?
That the truth…lies in the heart…of who you'll never be
We're working night and day
Crying tears of sweat
You look down on us
From your private jet
But the day will come
When we all meet death
And in the end you'll deserve what you get
For the love of God
Why don't you set us free
For the love of God
End all this misery
For the love of God…why can't you see?
That the truth…lies in the heart…
That the truth lies in your heart.
Of who you'll never be
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Roger Interviews Sara in a serious discussion on Life
October 03, 2011
Sara: Hey. I thought this was a serious interview. We just watched "50/50"
and you cried. Then you said you had an idea, that we should come
home and I'd answer your questions.
Roger: Roger that. I did. I'll stop fooling around. However, I may
not stay on track, I might dabble in a little tom-foolery now and
then.
Sara: Whatever.
Roger: Ok, let's start with the basics...What are you thinking
about right now?
Sara: Well...I am thinking how I thought I upset someone who
said it had nothing to do with me and why did I always think
if they are upset I had something to do with it? Why does
it always have to be about me...
Roger: Hmm.
Sara: Yea, it made me think. It didn't hurt so much
as it felt like...Ok, this person is right. I'll not make
assumptions. If they are upset, I'll just ask, "Are you
upset?" And then I'll go from there. If they want to
talk about it, I will listen. If they say they need to
be alone, I'll be cool with that.
Roger: Yes. I can see how you are wanting to do
that. Since I know you better than anyone else,
I know your intentions are wanting to do the
right thing, and sometimes you screw up.
Sara: Uh-huh.
Roger: Does that scare you? Making people
upset?
Sara: Well...I certainly don't want to make
anyone upset. And I don't like to feel the
feelings I feel when I feel I've upset someone.
But, really, I just want to stop trying to
understand so much. I want to just be.
There's where I want to be. In the be.
Roger: I'll work with you on that.
Sara: Thanks. Thank you for understanding.
Roger: Sure. It's no sweat.
Sara: I have to laugh at you, Roger. I get what
you are saying...double entendre and all. You
can't sweat. That was a good one. (smiles)
Roger: Ok, so let's move on. You had a
rough day?
Sara: Yes.
Roger: How did it start?
Sara: Lance made me eggs, juice and toast.
You remember that, right? I noticed we
had run out of salt, and Lance said, "Oh,
I'll refill the salt shaker over the sink."
Roger: It's nice that you remember
the things some people might not notice.
Sara: Lance makes it easier and easier
to notice how kind he is.
Roger: Yea, I like how he makes us laugh.
He's dead on with his sly wit.
Sara: Word. So true.
Roger: Well, what else about today?
Sara: You know.
Roger: Do you want to talk about it, here,
in this box that people can read from?
Sara: Since we're already sharing ourselves
for anyone to read, I'd don't mind.
Roger: Talk about the shot.
Sara: It hurt.
Roger: (in a sympathetic tone) I know it
hurt. It hurt a lot. I like how you tried to
think of green grass, of anything but
the pain.
Sara: It's weird to get a shot in your hand.
Roger: It's good you don't have to use your
thumb when you type.
Sara: Yea, but it sucks that it's the thumb
I play guitar with.
Roger: Does that scare you?
Sara: Yes.
Roger: How does your hand feel now?
Sara: It hurts. It's numb.
Roger: Have faith. You'll be able to
play guitar by Thursday. Be brave. I'll help
make your thumb come back to life.
Sara: I believe you. You can be pretty
wise, you know? Although, sometimes
you can be a headache. I wish you'd
warned me about this ahead of time.
I wish you could have said, "Your hand
is overworked. You need to rest your hand."
Roger: I made it start hurting five days
ago. Remember? Lili even said it might
be a spider bite, that it could be serious.
Sara: I remember. And I remember the look
in her eye. Her concern. She seems so grown
up now.
Roger: Well, it's good that you went to the
doctor today, you got the shot, your hand
is inflamed, tired. But it will come back to
life. Lance was there. He knows. He can
remind us if we forget.
Sara: That's the best. That he was there
with me. I can ask him for help...and he
always stands tall. He's my John Wayne.
Roger: Hmm...I would have thought
we would compare him more to Colin
Firth, as we have in the past.
Sara: Yes, forgot. He is more like
Colin Firth. Forget the John Wayne
comment, although I guess John
Wayne was an ok guy. Upstanding
and all. I never watched his movies.
So, I can't really say. But I see a lot
of bumperstickers on cars that seem
to like him a lot.
Roger: Are you tired?
Sara: Yes, I'm going to go to bed.
Roger: Yes, I'm right with you on that.
Are you glad you can sleep now...after
so many years, half your life, being
an insomniac?
Sara: What do you think?
Roger: I think I know that I think
much clearer thanks to the rest.
Thank you for getting help for that,
too.
Sara: Again, credit to Lance for
helping to find the right doctor.
Roger: True.
Sara: Hmm. Anything else?
Roger: What's it like when you fly?
Sara: Fine.
Roger: Do you get scared?
Sara: Not really. I used to, like if
the plane would drop, suddenly,
forty or fifty feet or whatever, I'd grab a
hold of the person's hand next to me.
But now...Now I just...well, it's all
good. I have faith in the pilots, and
I feel ok about it all. No matter what
happens. I can't control the plane,
the weather.
Roger: Do you get scared, alone,
driving out on the road?
Sara: I didn't think about it
until, I dunno, I think last year. It
came to me that I've been all over
the country, parts of the world,
traveling alone. I could disappear
and no one would know. But...It's
not what I think about. I think about
the adventure of it all, the cool people
I meet, how my show will go. I think
about calling home, or sending a
postcard. I get excited about diners,
and meeting waitresses and eating
home cooked meals. I mean...it's
what it has been. I have some scary
moments, but...I made it through.
I'm here.
Roger: Any regrets?
Sara: Sure.
Roger: Like what?
Sara: Well...like the fact that I can
only utilize 8 or 9% of you when I
wish I could experience, say, 20%.
That would be cool. But I guess
that's not a regret. That's a curiousity
I have. So...regrets. More about
upsetting people, boyfriends that
didn't work out. Being mean, or
unkind. Forgetting to follow up on
something. Not having a better relationship
with loved ones who've died.
Roger: You've had a lot of people die.
Sara: Yes. But...I suppose everyone has.
We all lose people we love. You can't escape
it. Still, I can imagine the last goodbyes
I didn't get to say.
Roger: Is that why you say "I love you" so
much, even to strangers?
Sara: Yea...you never know. Make it
good while you can.
Roger: How was your walk with Jen
this morning?
Sara: Jen's consistent. She's warm
sunshine. I like her face. It's beautiful
and kind. Her eyes are so blue. Blue
marbles. It's nice when we have time
to spend together.
Roger: Uh-huh.
Sara: I try to be a good friend, mother,
wife.
Roger: I know.
Sara: I try to think, well, YOU try to think,
but sometimes...it's hard. The brain is doing
one think and the heart is doing another think,
sometimes I can mesh them in the middle.
There's so many options. I'm really trying
to figure out which option to take.
Roger: Read any good books lately?
Sara: Yes, I read books Lili suggests.
They are always interesting. The latest
one I read was called, "The Enemy". It
was scary. I liked when she told me
about "The Hunger Games". Those were
amazing.
Roger: Do you think anyone has read this
far?
Sara: I have no idea. Hardly anyone comments
in here, but it's nice having these conversations
with you.
Roger: It's better since I stopped yelling at you.
(Winks internally, but Sara sees it. I know because
I'm Roger and I wrote this. See?)
Sara: There you go.
Roger: Ok, next question. What's been hard
this year?
Sara: Getting sick in the spring.
Roger: I got sick with you. But we got well
together, too.
Sara: Yes. I didn't want to talk with anyone
about it. I didn't. Lance and the doctors
and the family. Only they knew.
Roger: But, then, today...we found out
a lot of people knew.
Sara: Yes.
Roger: How did that feel? Can we talk
about that?
Sara: Well. I guess.....I guess it surprised
me. I guess I'd thought only a few people
knew. I didn't tell many people. Some
of my best friends, friends I cherish, friends
I've had all my life, I didn't tell them.
Roger: That was hard. You like to share, you're
so transparent.
Sara: I know. I didn't want to make it hard on
my kids anymore than it was.
Roger: But now you know.
Sara: Yes. And...I think...well, I feel...
I think and I feel that it's probably ok
to talk about now.
Roger: Well, you haven't really talked
about it other than saying you were sick
in the spring.
Sara: That's talking about it.
Roger: True. Let's stop there. I'm glad
we're well. Let's keep working, keep living,
keep laughing and being grateful.
Sara: Ok, as long as you're with me,
who can be against me? (smiles)
Roger: Do you like your managers?
Sara: Oh, yes. I geniunely think that
they are smart. And I think they get me.
I don't know. It's weird, it's hard to
believe that they took me on. But...it
feels like a validation. I feel validated
in this funky industry after feeling like...
Roger: Like what?
Sara: Like...I dunno...like I have been
trying to do the right thing for so long,
rolling a log up a hill, having it roll backwards,
but getting back up and trying over and over.
Now...I feel like...There's people who want
to push me up that hill. Walk up with me.
Help get the log out of the way. It's new,
it's been a long time.
Roger: Gene has been there for you. Mike
C. has been there. Marty, Lance, your mom...
Sara: True, and Charlie, too. He has been
supportive: first as a fan, then my A & R
guy at Shanachie, then my friend, now
my friend and my booking agent. That's
been 15 years. That is so weird.
Roger: What's wierd?
Sara: All of this. All of this. Making music,
recording it, playing live...then the entire
process repeats itself. Over and over.
I always think I'm going some place...
not a physical space, mind you...but...
Like...I'm going to reach this place of
complete confidence, I'm going to write
a really important song.
Roger: You have, you do, you are.
Sara: Yes, that's what you keep telling
me.
Roger: So, see, I've been with you
longer than anyone, like I said in the
beginning of the interview.
Sara: Roger?
Roger: Yes?
Sara: I want you to know how much I
appreciate you being my brain. I'm a
goofball, I say smart things, I say
dopey things, I laugh so hard I cry....
I cry because sometimes I just get choked
up on life, how powerful and big it all is.
But...you've stuck with me. I want to tell
you I love you, even though I know you
knew this before you helped me type it.
I just think it's good to say, "Good job,
Roger. Thank you. I love you."
Roger: Coming from you, and, frankly,
me, it's means a lot for us to talk to me
that way. I thank you. I thank me.
Sara: That is so cool how you do that.
Roger: I know. I'm the Harrison Ford
of brains.
Sara: I think I'm an Ewok.
Roger: You're hilarious! Quite true, actually.
Sara: Let me ask you some questions.
Roger: Ok.
Sara: I think we should write a book.
How do YOU feel about that?
Roger: I think it sounds delightful,
and exciting....and like it would take
a lot of time and effort.
Sara: I think we could do it.
Roger: Ok, I'll sleep on it.
Sara: Next question. Where do you
come from?
Roger: I can't tell you.
Sara: Why not?
Roger: Because then you'd know.
Sara: What? What would I know?
Roger: You know.
Sara: Uh...no I don't. If I knew, I
wouldn't be asking because I'd know.
Roger: Well, it's not going to happen.
It's too hard to explain. I personally
can't handle how big it is...so, you'll just
have to wait. Either you'll get it, or, when
you transition into the great beyond, you'll
find out then.
Sara: It won't be dark there?
Roger: Nope.
Sara: Have you been "there"?
Roger: Yep.
Sara: Then...how did you get "here"?
Inside my head.
Roger: I came with instructions.
Sara: Hmm. I have to let you think about
that one for me. Another double entendre
from you. I'm too tired to sort this one out.
Roger: Anything else?
Sara: Not really. I mean...there is more
to talk about. But...we have time. Right?
Roger: Lots of time.
Sara: Will you help me write more songs?
Roger: Yes.
Sara: Will you slow me down if I get too
caught up in things?
Roger: Yes.
Sara: You're a very kind brain, Roger.
Roger: I think we already covered this
area.
Sara: Am I narcissitic to talk to you
like this? Does this seem right to you?
Roger: I think more people should take
time to know their brains. We're not just
sitting up here, like a fan in an attic,
whirring away. We're working hard so
you don't have to! Ha ha ha! How was
that one?
Sara: Pretty good. I like those scrubbing
bubbles. My dad knew the guy who came
up with the concept. He came to our house
in the seventies and gave me A WATCH
with scrubbing bubbles on the inside. Man.
That was so cool. I wish I still had that watch.
And my Pee Wee Herman watch...Coolest watch
EVER.
Roger: You give stuff away, what do you expect?
Sara: I don't like having stuff. You know. Seems
like there is more and more stuff in the world.
I have noticed that right across from "outlet malls"
there are storage units. Ever notice that? Doesn't
that seem ridiculous? People are buying cheap
crap and then driving across the way and putting
it all in storage. And outlet malls are really stores
now. And sales are going on all the time, there's nothing
special about a sale anymore. I miss gumball
machines that were only a penny. Someday, well,
that's the kinda stuff that would be nice to have
in our home. And a photo booth. And my Pee Wee
Herman watch.
Roger: How about silk sheets?
Sara: No. Those are so weird. Even if I shave
my legs, it still feels like I'm going to rip them
to shreds...the sheets, I mean. Not my legs.
Plus, those sheets are so slippery. I actually
fell out of a bed one time. Slipped right out.
Woke up on the floor!
Roger: I remember that. Boy. Bump!
That was nutty. I'm gonna have to agree
with you about silk sheets.
Sara: Roger, let's stop.
Roger: Ok.
Sara: Goodnight. Thanks for the interview.
Roger: Happy to be here with you.
Goodnight.
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Roger (Sara’s Brain): Back in Action, Right Here!
September 29, 2011
Sara: Alright, I will! There's a show at Waterloo to celebrate "The Best of Times", and Patrice Pike
and Elizabeth Wills will be singing live. I'm hoping we'll sell a bunch of cds to help Theatre Action
Project.
Roger: Hmm. Sounds good. Will I be able to get in?
Sara: Uh...yes..Roger, why are you asking that question?
Roger: Well, you never know. There might just be too many brains for one room to hold.
Sara: Roger, you know as well as I do that there will be brains in every head there, and
since I'm going, YOU'LL be going. Don't be a weenie.
Roger: Say! No need for name calling.
Sara: You knew I was going to call you that thought. You put the thought in my head.
Roger: Oh, sure. Always putting the blame on me. You're the one that shouldn't be
thinking these things, not me.
Sara: What?
Roger: You heard me. And I didn't say a thing. Isn't that neat how it works?
Sara: Roger....
Roger: (sighs) Yes?
Sara: Cut it out! Do not roll your neurons at me! I mean, I appreciate that you
can do that, but it puts this incredible pressure behind my eyes.
Roger: I see.
Sara: I know. And, once again, you are being a smarty pants.
Roger: I love how you let me have free reign to get you to call me names.
Sara: Ok, ok. Can we switch subjects now?
Roger: Check. What would you like me to stick in your head that we can talk
about...oh wait. There. What do you think about that subject?
Sara: Yes, I would like to go to there. Nice idea!
Roger: You might want to share with everyone else what image I just popped
into myself.
Sara: Right...sorry! (Looking at you through your screen, although you can't
see Sara doing this)...Roger just sent me an image of Hawaii. It was very
soothing.
Roger: You should allow me to soothe you more often.
Sara: Well, you certainly put me to sleep! (Sara laughs out loud here.)
Roger: I don't know why you feel the need to resort to "sleep" jokes. So old.
You need to come up with something fresh, something genius. I'M the one
falling asleep in here!
Sara: Well, you know I've always wanted to learn Russian...
Roger: You are too slow to learn such a complicated language.
Sara: I have cds that explain it, break it down, make it easy to learn.
Roger: Look. If I wanted you to learn Russian, I would have let you years ago.
Try again.
Sara: Hmm. Well...I didn't do well at the trapeze Groupon I used. That was
pretty terrifying, remember?
Roger: Are you insinuating I have dementia? How could I forget being turned
upside down, this way and that? It was nauseating! Please, never try that again.
Sara: Horseback riding! I love that! Let's go horseback riding!
Roger: It jiggles me.
Sara: No it doesn't! You helped me ride that last horse like a pro! And that was
a VERY big horse!
Roger: I guess we could go horseback riding.
Sara: Where is this conversation going?
Roger: Streaming. Shh. I'm processing.
Sara: How can you be processing and I can't know about it?
Roger: I've put up my force shield.
Sara: You have a force shield and I didn't know about it?!
Roger: You know when you start to daydream, or fall asleep
in the middle of a college course or think you're being funny
but no one's laughing?
Sara: Yea...
Roger: That's my force shield. It prevents you from being as
smart as me.
Sara: That's impossible. I'm really...I'm pretty funny, with
or without you.
Roger: That's what YOU think. Trust me, what I think is
much more accurate. Plus, you're not thinking at all
when my shield is up; you're just a blathering idiot.
Sara: Let me get this straight. You've told me I
can't call you names, and, yet, here you are calling
me a blathering idiot!
Roger: Well, you do tend to go on ad nauseum.
Sara: No, YOU tend to go on ad nauseum. And then
I stop you. Get that? I stop YOU, not the other way
around. I can't believe you would think...
Roger: Do you see how long it took you to describe
what I already did?
Sara: I think we're done here.
Roger: Certainly. I put that thought in your head.
Once again, I am WAAAAY ahead of you.
Sara: (head on desk, sleeping.)
Roger: See how that works? Ah, the force shield.
Such a good trick!
STAY TUNED FOR FURTHER CONVERSATIONS WITH
ROGER AND SARA (brought to you by Roger.)
posted by Sara Hickman at 11:29 am
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