I keep forgetting that I don't need to be careful while pushing my chair back. He's not behind it any more.

I keep forgetting that when I get up in the morning he's not in the living room egar to get going.

I keep forgetting that when I'm leaving work, I've to give my self that little bit of extra time because he's not around to zip in and out of crowds.

I keep forgetting.
It's stupid.
When will this part end?
Coming up on two months now. seven weeks 3 days to be exact.

I hear that he's doing great. The people who have him keep telling me when they notice a personality trate that is really strange and new to them, but that is one that I'm a little lost without. I kind of wish that they'd stop talking about him.

Having a guide dog is great. Sending one into retirement is terrible. Even though I know he couldn't go on any more, I still regret the decision.

It's stupid.

If you don't leave at least one comment a week,
I'm going to send jim to get you.

You don't want Jim to come.

He's dangerous.

Jim is one of those bad men you were told of when you were young.
You know. Young????????? That time when cars, electricity and the wheel had yet to be invented?
Yeah. way back then.

Weeeeeee! strong coffee is really good.

And before any of you wonder if I've completely lost my mind,

Yes.... Yes I have...

I'm standing there, just casually making a coffee.
It was actually the second coffee I'd made today but I was too busy this morning and I didn't get time to drink the first one before it got stone cold!

So... It's half three, I'm in work, making a coffee when someone comes in. We talk casually for a few minutes. During a gap in the conversation, while I'm poring from the kettle I notice he moves around to my right. Probably to get a better look to see how I'm doing it.

I know he wants to ask how do I know when I've pored enough but he doesn't. Instead, he waits until I put the kettle down and after a second, he resumes his side of the conversation.

It's kind of funny.
Of course, I don't mind anyone asking, but you know, some days, I just want to make a coffee without someone asking questions that I've answered a million times in the past. So.... Thanks. I appreciate it.

I know. I'm a terrible representative of people who are blind aren't I?

Screw it.
I don't care.

Ask if you want. Seriously, I don't mind. But I'll be just dandy if you decide to leave me too it.

I know. I'm a grumpy old fart aren't I?
Ha!

Hay. see that? it's twenty five past 4! that means I've 35 minutes left before I can leave this place.

What are you doing at 5? coming for a pint?
I asked a friend earlier but he sounded very worse for ware. OH, and then, as well as him having a hang over, his daughter woke him up at half 6...
All I can honestly say to that it.

Wait for it..........
It's nearly there.

HA!!!!!!!! ------------ HA!!!!!!!!!!

Someone asked me a Braille related question this morning.

It was hard to answer fully in Twitter so I decided to use the blog instead.

Each letter in Braille is six cells. A is one dot or cell, b is two dots, c is two different dots, d is three dots. I'll explain this in the table below.

You can see from the above table that dots 1, 2 and 3 are on the left and dots 4, 5 and 6 are on the right.

The letter d for example is made from dots 1, 4 and five as shown below:

The _ was used to show a cell that no dot has been punched through.

The space in Braille is simply a blank spot.

Here you see that dots have been punched through all six cells. The space has had no dots punched through.

Yesterday morning, the alarm went off at 6AM as usual.
I sprung out of bed, lept down the stairs with thought's of grabbing a nice coffee, having a decent shower and making the early train to work. I was going to have a nice relaxed morning while also getting into work early and catching up on a few things. The day was going to go well.

I got to the kitchen, grabbbed a cup and spoon, put the coffee in, boiled the kettle but then things took a turn for the worst.

I stood there, with both hands on the counter listening to the kettle come to the boil.

The click notified me that it was ready but my brain just couldn't wake up enough to initialize it's self and remember that Water must now go in the cup.

It was the weirdist feeling ever.

I spent what seemed like ages, just standing there trying to remember how to make a coffee.

Sleep deprevation really doesn't do me any good.

I'm glad I'm finishing this back log of work. It's starting to effect my........ What was I writing about again?

The phone keeps ringing.

ring ring.
ring ring.
Ring Ring.

But it's not you?

The phone shows:
You have
6 missed calls and
4 new messages.

But none are from you?

How can a phone that's so busy not get the one call I'm despritly waiting for?

It's stupid I know. but every time I get a call or see that I've missed one, I hope. Just for a second before kicking my self back to reality.

I hate this.

Without a guide dog to make mobility so much easier, i'm using the cain and the KSonar.

Problem is, it's actually a little more complicated and a little harder.

So, while walking with someone, it's getting too easy to just avail of their assistance.

That's not like at all. No matter who I'm with, I rather walking independently. I.e, without sighted guide.

I've been slipping lately and this has to stop.

With the last day of June, I am saying good by to this month and to this onset of lazyness.

Next month I'm going to Bermingham. It will be the first time in a very long time I've done a particularly hard journey in terms of mobility and accessibility without the dog. During no stage of this trip will I even consider taking sighted assistance. I'll follow someone, if I@m in an area that I don't know but I will not grab their elbo.

For the non-blind readers of the sight, Blind people use a technique called sighted guide when being guided by someone who can see. It basically involves holding the persons elbo. With this technique, the blind person can feel when the sighted person moves left or right or when he or she goes up or down a step etc.

So. That's it.
I will no longer be lazy.
I will reaffirm my confedance while using the cain.
I will beet people over the head who don't get out of my way.

This weeks Mad For Trad as wel as all the others can be found on the

This weeks Mad For Trad is devoted to the living memory of Clarissa Cotton. A wonderful person who's life ended far too soon.

Remember, you can subscribe to the Mad For Trad podcast using the address http://www.mushroomfm.com/madfortrad/feed Just paste that into your podcatcher of choice.

I’ve a new technique for using the Cain and the KSonar.

First, let me explain what both are to those of you who don’t know.

A Cain is a mobility aid used by people who are blind or who have very low vision. It is an obstacle detector. A user holds the Cain in front of them with the tip touching the ground. As the person walks the Cain is moved from side to side. When their left foot goes forward, the Cain is moved to the right about four to five inches past their right side. When they put their right foot forward, the Cain scans across to the left again passing about four to five inches past their left side. The Cain is usually long enough to reach the users chest bone so that there is enough length to scan in front of the user and give them time to react to obstacles in front of them without being too long as to cause it to be a hindrance to other pedestrians. There are two main forms of Cain technique. Rolling and tapping. There are benefits to each that I won’t go into right now. My preferred method is rolling. Each method requires a different tip to be used at the bottom of the Cain.

A KSonar operates on a similar principle to that of the Cain in that is an obstacle detector. However, instead of actually touching the obstacle, the KSonar alerts the user to its presents via audio. The KSonar uses Ultra sonic to determine the distance between it and an object. Its advantage over other electronic mobility aids of this type is it provides more information than just proximity. It can give you auditory clues as to what the object is. Railings sound different compared to a brick wall. People sound different to cars etc. It has two scanning options. One scans a metre and a half away and the other scans a smaller distance of a half a meter. While using the short range scan, it is easier to determine exactly where the obstacle is.

The KSonar has a moulded body that is designed to fit nicely onto the grip of a Cain however with over a year experience using this device; I find that this is totally unsuitable. The area I scan with the Cain is different to that I generally want to scan with the KSonar. Also, when using a roller tip on the Cain it gets stuck in cracks in foot paths. This is a standard issue with Cain usage but it is a major problem when using the KSonar grip instead of gripping the Cain directly as the KSonar gets loose after some time.

My preferred method of walking around with a Cain and the KSonar is to hold each in a different hand. Walking with the Cain in my right hand, I hold the KSonar with my left. I use the Cain as per the description above and I reverse the scan of the KSonar so that when my right foot goes forward and the Cain scans left, the KSonar is scanning off to my right side about a foot and a half. Same if my left foot goes forward. The Cain scans to my right and the KSonar scans way off to my left about a foot and a half the other direction.

This hugely increases my efficiency while using the Cain. I don’t need to physically touch the wall or railing that I’m following. I can touch it using the ultra sonic used by the KSonar. Once the tone on that side remains constant, I know I’m continuing in a straight line. I scan in the same way I’d scan using a Cain so I can still get feedback of what is around me before I get to it with the Cain. This means that the Cain is working normally but I’m only really using it to scan the surface I’m walking on to make sure I can find steps and uneven paths. The KSonar is actually doing all the obstacle avoidance. This takes an enormous amount of concentration but it’s worth it in my opinion. While walking past the wall of Trinity College for example, there are always people waiting on busses. It’s hard to follow this wall with a Cain or even the KSonar but by angling the KSonar up a little, I’ve found I can follow the railing over people’s heads. I can also continue walking in the centre of the path and with a quick scan to my other side, I can watch out for poles etc too. Of course, if the KSonar misses something. Or, rather, if I miss something with the KSonar, the Cain will find it before I do. Hopefully anyway. The thing I find with the Cain is I can use it on auto pilot when using the KSonar to do most of the work. It’s only when the surface changes or I find a step or even if I’m looking for a change in the surface that my mind focuses on it.

I’ve heard people saying that the KSonar is a distraction and it doesn’t provide enough feedback to alert you to oncoming obstacles but I disagree. With the right kind of ear phones, some willingness to learn how to use it correctly, the patients to walk into a few things at the start you’ll find it’s a fantastic aid to your mobility.

I’m not trying to promote the KSonar. I’m just talking rubbish to let you know how I’m getting around at the moment. It’s a big difference going from a guide dog to a Cain. I miss the fluidity of being guided by a dog. There are no straight lines when using a Cain. You always really need to follow something unless you know the area particularly well. The KSonar has given me back some of this fluidity so I’m quite happy.

No blog post could do this topic Justas. Not even a novel could really come close to explaining all the ways that the past seven years have changed everything.

I’m also no different to the thousands of people who have gone through this process. Thousands of people who could probably alliterate the significance of this much better than I ever could or will.

This post is a thank you. It’s a feeble attempt at gratitude and recognition for over seven years of constant service, companionship, trust and loyalty. It’s an impossible task. How can you begin to show this level of gratitude to a creature that doesn’t understand? I’m not writing this for you, the reader, I’m probably writing it more for me. This day marks a change that I knew was coming for a long time. It’s actually a welcome change. He’s done his job. He’s probably done more work than most guide dogs ever will. We’ve lived in Dublin, Drogheda, Dundalk, Limerick and Balbriggan. At one stage, we were changing apartments every six months. When Irish guide dogs for the blind said it wasn’t good for the dog, I was worried but he impressed me by taking it all in his stride. That has been the one defining characteristic of Freddie since I got him. Things that I and others thought he’d never do were things that he excelled at. He’s commuted to Dublin from Monday to Friday for many of these seven years. Again, working through rush hour commuter times he’s amazed people at his relaxed nature while navigating through dense crowds that would pose a challenge even for sighted people. The dog has the most incredible memory. Long time readers of this blog may remember a time four years ago where he guided me from college green through Trinity college to pearse station. I had never been that way before, but while I was out of the country, Emma took him for a walk through Trinity once. He is the kind of dog that remembers a route after doing it once. He was also the kind of dog that allowed rules to be broken but would make sure I stuck to them rigidly if I got a bit too reckless. Emma laughed when she began to get to know him as she noticed that if it seemed that I wanted to cross a road without stopping for an adequate period of time Freddie would curve his body around me so that I wouldn’t walk any further.

Freddie has a very unique personality. While working, his personality changes even more. While at home, he’s sneaky. He’ll decide that he wants to spy on you and the door of the room your in will open just a fraction so he can stick his nose through for a quick look. He wants to be part of everything. It doesn’t matter if I’m working on a computer, watching the television or playing music. He always wants to be right beside the action. If he gets board though he’s quite content to make himself known. If that fails, he’ll skulk back off to bed waiting for the next interesting thing to happen. Funnily, if you tell him to do something he doesn’t want to do, you’re likely to get sneezed at or a loud sigh. Every action starts with a standard sequence. He gets up, stretches, shakes, and sneezes and then he’s ready to go. While working, he’s equally unique. He pulls left all the time no matter where he’s going. If he’s board, he’ll take a look around as he’s walking but he always keeps one eye on where he’s going. He’s always been very happy to work and in fact, I know no other guide dog that actually walks into his own harness. He knows his way around Cork, Galway, Dublin, Drogheda, and Limerick, Dublin airport, Dundalk, Carlow, Kildare and even parts of London. His confidence never seems to dip. He always seems to have a very clear idea of where he’s going. Even when it’s somewhere he’s never been before he thinks he knows best. Actually, in his defence, he usually does know best and it’s a regular comment from friends that I should just shut up and let him do the thinking because when I second guess him I’m usually wrong.

His retirement from work is something that has been on the cards for a long time. I’ve never really felt sad or sorry about this. I am delighted that he’s had such an active and varied life up until now and because he’s worked so much, I can think of no better reward for him now than enjoying his retirement in a home that is going to treat him like the amazing animal he is. Of course, I’ll miss him. Both as a companion and as a mobility aid but I can honestly say, this is overshadowed by the relief that he is going to enjoy himself.

It’s true what they say. A guide dog is always more than a mobility aid. I think it will be strange for people who are not blind to read that for me, he was actually best at being a conversation starter. In college, I had a great circle of friends. I enjoyed myself a lot! For the first two years though that circle of friends stayed quite static. When I got Freddie, people that I’d never even heard of approached me. When you are blind, or indeed, if you have any kind of disability at all, it can be difficult for people to approach you. Having a dog really breaks down that barrier. Within weeks, my social life had changed. I suppose, I was a little bit more independent and confident and that really helped me take more risks and having the dog with me was something very different. Even people who didn’t like dogs warmed to Freddie. The place that I work in at the moment is a perfect example. The person who complained about having a dog in the office actually petted Freddie within six months of me starting. She was terrified! She had nothing but bad experiences with dogs and she couldn’t stand the thoughts of working in the same room as a dog. I myself was not a dog person. In fact, when I got Freddie first, I was afraid of rubbing his head because it was too near to his mouth for my liking. But he seems to have a way of completely eliminating those fears and inhibitions.

I want to try to cover all the benefits he’s provided but I can’t. It would take too long.

If you have a dog half as good as Freddie has been for me, you’re incredibly lucky. People have said, and I believe them, I will never get a dog that is as suited as Freddie is to me ever again. Freddie is outstanding.

The past seven years have been the most rewarding of my life. I finished college without having to repeat even one exam. I worked in companies that were the worst and the best in the world. I made friends, travelled the country and the world and took pleasure in travelling to areas in the country that would have ordinarily been inaccessible while using the Cain.

As I write this, Freddie is sitting under my seat on the train. We’re on the way back from a weekend in Galway. He had a fantastic time and it was really nice to spend the last weekend with him doing what he loved doing most. Guiding me around areas that he’d never seen before. Showing me he was right and I was wrong. In his little head, he took great satisfaction when proving me wrong.

Now, jumping eight hours ahead, I’m sitting at home. Its 9PM. Freddie was left at his new home and at 5:45PM today, we drove away with one less member of our family in the car. The home he’s gone to is fantastic. They have two young kids and a four year old dog. There in the countryside and they have plenty of land around them. It’s the kind of place I always hoped he’d retire to. No city streets, no busy roads and no built up areas. He’s got independents, people to keep him company, a dog to play with and no more work. I know he’s going to be very happy there.

The wife of my friend commented that I was very brave in the way I was handling it all. People have said that I’ll really miss him when he’s gone. I really wanted to make sure I was happy when I was leaving him there. Dogs are very perceptive of the mood of those around them. I wouldn’t want him to be down because I was feeling sorry for myself. I kept my head up, convinced the family they were going to do a great job, ran them through the likes and dislikes of the dog and tried to act as normal as I could.

My false face lasted until I got home but putting his collar and harness away was when it hit me. He’s gone. The dog that devoted seven and a half years of his life to my mobility is no longer with me. Gone are the days of him sneaking up on me while I’m sitting on a chair to give me his head for a rub. Gone are the days of him dropping his toy on my knee so I can play with him, gone are the days of him racing to the car before I get there so I could let him in. Gone are the days where he’d sneak into my computer room and quietly lie beside my chair without me noticing. Gone are the days of simply relaxing while walking around and through crowds at rush hour times. Gone is the silly dog that liked taking the long way around an obstacle just to show that he was working well. Gone is the Freddie that took corners so fast it could make your head spin. Gone is the Freddie that loved to keep up with my speed. Gone is the Freddie that could wait for me to do a job for hours on end but would just as happily work for the entire day walking around the most difficult of environments. Gone is the Freddie Era.

There’s nothing more I can say really.

I hope you’ve met Freddie. If you have, you’ll know everything I can’t explain. If you’ve never met him, you’ve missed out. He was one of a kind.

Thanks. I can only hope you now get the life you deserve.

Mad For Trad has been hosted on this website for the past six months. In that time, Every Saturday, from 7 to 8 GMT +1, you've heard crazy music, Crazy stories and crazy broadcasting from well, me.

This crazyness is going to continue.

But in a different home, a different time, a different station, a different duration, a different everything.

Well, a different everything except the show is still called Mad For Trad, I'll still play the very best Irish traditional music known to man, dog or beast and it will still have the usual mixture of strangeness thrown in for good measure too.

So. for the details:

Come on.
Now you have no reason not to listen. It's a perfect day and time for you.

See you next Tuesday.

BTW, this hasn't been released anywhere else. Keep it to your self ok?
Can I trust you? Good. Now, keep it that way.

Or I'll send the lads around.

This was a bit of fun.
we spoke about how my dog can be so intellegent while in harnis but such an idiot when off on a free run.
We also talk about searching for holidays, first aid and radio and my new website, well, it's more of a page than a website: www.ei8iz.me

Listen to the podcast from here.

During a conversation last night, the eldest child of the person I was speaking to asked if Scotland was closing on the 18th of June. It took a second but I copped on that the child must have heard some of the advertisement telling of the pending closure of the Halifax bank. Halifax is a trading name of Bank of Scotland. The child must have picked up the advertisement incorrectly and concluded that Scotland was closing on the 18th of June.

Priceless!

Things with me are as busy as ever. Ever hear the saying ask a busy man if you need something done? Well, that's how it's been with me. I've three jobs at the moment. I'm doing my 9 to 5 job, I'm almost finished creating the website for an online radio station called Mushroom FM and I'm also doing work for a local charity. They use to get me to do work for them a few years ago but they made the silly mistake of getting someone else in since 2008 and now their regretting it and I've been asked to pick up the pieces. They have increased the number of PC's they use in the office but there are no policies or restrictions in place to keep people from messing things up. The result of this is that a virus has been spread around every computer and there's a lot of crapware installed such as tool bars and other non-work related applications.

I've a huge task on my plate over the next few weeks to completely over hall their PC and telecommunications infrastructure. I think I'll try to document a lot of the changes I make on the blog as it will possibly be interesting to some of you.

I'm also attempting to complete a few projects I've started at home. I'm changing the house phone system over to VOIP. IF this is successful and reliable, it is something I will implement in other places as well. I’m doing this by interfacing a Trixbox machine with Blueface. Again, More documentation will be forthcoming on the blog but first I have to figure out a problem that I've encountered with connecting both systems. It's not the easiest thing in the world to figure out because although documentation is available and people have blogged about their experiences with getting Trixbox up and running, a lot of the information out there conflicts with its self.

The final project I'm working on at home is radio related. I'm now broadcasting on 70Cems and 2Metres on the amateur radio frequencies. I recently purchased a Kenwood tS2000 radio so I'm active on the airwaves again. I've also purchased a multiband antenna and I've purchased a magnetic ballin for a long wire Arial for HF so I'm hoping to be up on those bands very shortly. I need to brush up on Morse code. I've not been active on HF in about ten years so I'm very rusty. Actually, first, I need to buy a new mores key. The one I have is just a straight key but I'd rather paddles instead.

A protected post will be along shortly writing about the work situation. If you have an account on the site you'll be able to read that. If you don't, now is the time to create one.

There's a nightmare I have reasonably regularly. I'm not one for analysing dreams or anything like that, but this one is kind of obvious so to see what others thoughts are, I'm posting it here.

My question is: If someone is in your house and your there as well, would you (A) tackle the intruder and defend your property or (B) leave and just let the person take what they want.

My answer seems to be (A). If your in my house, I don't care if I'm out matched, I'll do what ever I can to get you out.

So, let me give you some backround. About five years ago, I lived in a horrible apartment at the back of a housing estate in Raheny in Dublin. The area it's self was very nice but I was in a secluded part of it and security wasn't great. I never really worried about it at the time though.

Years later however, I have a repeating nightmare about returning to the place to find the door unlocked.

Two things happen after this. The first is I look around and nothing is strange and the dream finishes with me assuming that I must have just walked out without closing it.

The alternative ending though is that I walk in and find the place completely trashed with a lot of things missing. I call the gards and then a friend or two to ask what I should do. The dream ends with me inspecting the place and seeing what is missing.

Last night, I had a different dream along the same lines.

I was finishing locking the house up for the night. I'd just teddered the dog and was locking up the living room.

For some reason, I could hear change being collected up stairs. I don't know why I heard that. It's not like I ever have money in the house It was a weird thing to happen. Two seconds later, I felt a breeze from the kitchen coming from the direction of the window. Three things happened next really quickly. I slammed the kitchen door quickly and locked it and pulled the key out, ran towards the bottom of the stairs and shouted loudly and with as much confedence as I could muster. At the same time, I heard someone walk down the first three steps toward me. After that, I woke up.

Weird isn't it?

I've been in the situation where someone has been in the same apartment as me without me knowing. I've also been in the situation where I've walked in to find someone standing in front of me. I know what I would do with reasonable certainty so it's weird that this keeps coming up.

So, what would you do if someone was in your house or apartment?

Disregard the law. I know what's legal and what's not.

I hate junk mail.
The amount that I recieve seems to be increasing lately.

This morning, I was letting the dog out before starting the walk to work. He was his usual giddy happy self as he always is in the mornings. I opened the front door and he jumped out before I had a chance to get it open all the way. At the same time, I heard the letter box being pulled back.

With fright, I very loudly shouted "HAY!".

With that, he dropped his bag or what ever it was he was carrying.

I opened the porch door and the dog raced out. Now, the dog didn't care that he was delivering junk or even there at all. All that was probably going through his mind was, "need a pee, need a pee, going to walk, need a peee, yay! it's morning, need a pee." But, to the fella at the door it must have seemed that the dog was not as friendly as he actually is.

As he very quickly left the garden, I heard him mumbeling and cursing to him self.

I have to say, it gave me great pleasure to get back at them for a change. I know, their just doing a job. But I hate the rubbish they put through my door every day of the week. Not even Sundays are free of it!

Well, one day in. It's not really enough time to make observations is it?

I started my new job yesterday. Well, so far so good. It's not really diferent than I thought it would be. The office is much quieter than I expected or than what I'm use to but I suppose that's to be expected with the type of role this is.

I've come across two accessibility problems already. Both with utilities for managing appliances such as switches and network KVM's but fortunately, both times I was able to use the web interface to get the access I needed. Just goes to show though that for a while, I'm going to have an up hill battle on my hands.

I'll post a more detailed update shortly as a private post as there are updates relating to my angry outburst last Friday.

Yesterday I wrote about an idea to make certain posts private. After a failed test or two, I finally have it working. If you have an account on DigitalDarragh.com, you will be able to read personal posts that I mark as private. If you don't have an account, tuff. You'll only see what isn't personal. But, if your into the technical posts, that will probably be ok. The posts that are marked private will just be rubbish that your probably not really interested in anyway unless you know me. or your just nosy...

Today, I wrote the first private blog post. If you don't have an account, as I said earlier, you won't be able to read it. but, it's Big Big News! so you should probably sign up. You'll find the link for that under the log in form.

Hay, the site even remembers you when you come back. It cant get any better than that really can it?

Well, enjoy. Let me know if there's anything else you would like on the site.

People have been telling me that I'm not blogging enough lately and that the posts I do write are too technical.

The reason for that is simple. I have done the whole personal blog thing and there's always a danger of it becoming too revealing. I've been blogging now for around 5 or 6 years so the direction the blog has taken has changed a lot in that time. It's inevitable really.

I like personal posts though. It wouldn't even bother me if people don't read them. I simply like writing stuff down. I like reading back over things that I've written years ago and remembering what I was thinking at that time.

So, to satisfy both technical and non-technical people, I'm going to begin the personal posts again.

However, they won't be available to everyone. They will become slightly more revealing as time goes on as it's hard for that kind of post not to become so to protect my privacy in some way shape or form, I'm going to restrict access to these posts to registered users of the site. Anyone can register and it's very easy to do it.

This gives me some idea as to who has been reading so I don't need to be as careful about what I write.

I will let you know when this change to the blog has been made. If you are not a registered user of the website, then the blog will continue to look as it did before. You just won't see the posts that are marked private.

My sister Orlagh had her second daughter at seventeen minutes past 6 in the morning on Saturday. She weighed in at 7 pounds 8 ounces. she's very healthy and very big! Orlagh was relieved that she slept right through Saturday night, but I'll bet that won't last long. hahahaha.

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