Monday, August 14, 2017

"Good doggie. Good wolf," Kassy crooned. ... Summer of Her Golden Wolf

Song of the Golden Wolf ~ Art by Denton Lund

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION ~

Summer-romping howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Omygoodness, what a week, and now it's already Monday. It's been stress and more stress for the most part. The good news is the temps have remained nice and on the cool side. 

Ever found a mouse in your mailbox? A few days ago when I opened the mailbox, I got the mail... and then I saw a tiny hunched up creature at the very back ... I stared determining it was a mouse. Well, I closed the box wondering if I should chase the mouse out... but it's a long jump down. Anyway, I opened the mailbox again and looked at mouse, who looked back and looked darn frightened. It was not a field mouse, but I think one of those kangaroo mice. Anyway, since there was a large enough space for the mouse to get out, I decided to just leave it alone. Maybe it was escaping a predator? And no, Mouse wasn't there the next day. But how it got up there in the first place, I don't know. 

Another animal event on my tame prairie, a three-foot snake made an appearance where I like to hang out the laundry in the summertime. Given Snake was not poisonous, and definitely not moving, I just tiptoed around her/him. Later when I returned Snake had vanished. Was that a Spirit message from Snake? I don't know. 

From Spirit Animal Totems: https://www.spirit-animals.com/snake

If Snake has slithered into your life…

Transmutation is the key word here. The shedding of old skin and emotions and transforming them into something bigger and better. If Snake winds itself into your life know that change is in the wind and that you are at the center of it all as the catalyst. Make sure that your intentions are clear and that you have clear a clear sense of the direction that you need to strike out in. Snake is letting you know that these changes are safe and that there is no need to fear them.
You are also being reminded to stay connected to the self through observation of both the tiny vibrations in the earth, and the warmth and smells of the air and sky. When we learn to connect with our surroundings we can continue on the path of growth, and discard the trappings of the past.

And, this was a great, most fascinating read: 

Meet The Man Who Lives With Hyenas
This remarkable relationship between man and beast has been kept alive for 50 years thanks to one family's tradition.
http://www.nationalgeographic.com/photography/proof/2017/08/this-man-lives-with-hyenas

Yes, I managed another two hundred words of my ongoing flash-scene story. The previous flash scenes can be accessed above. Just click the tab for the page. 


Summer of Her Golden Wolf 


XVII
"Good doggie. Good wolf," Kassy crooned. "How did you get in here?" 
Is he smiling? Sure looks like it. 
His wet nose touched the tip of her nose like a kiss. Then his intent gaze blazed on her again. 
"Are you friendly?" He nosed her cheek with obvious affection. "I guess you're not going to eat me, huh?" 
Okay, for real, he shook his head 'no'. 
"Gold dust. You look like your fur is dusted by flakes of gold." Unaware she'd raised her hand, Kassy lightly stroked his ruff. "Your head is haloed by a golden light. How is that?"  

XVIII 
Zorzun longed to shift to human. Fiercely longed to answer his woman's question. Howls, he already loved her touch. However, transforming to a man wasn't a good idea, not with her fragile health. Besides morphing would frighten her terribly. 
"Not much sunlight in here," she murmured. "But you're still golden." Lightly she threaded her fingers through his coat. "And your fur feels incredible. You know I like dogs...and wolves."
She paused, frowned a bit. "Do you need a home?" 
Zorzun nodded. 
"I still can't understand how you got in here. Everything is locked." 
Magick, he spoke to her mind. 

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Saturday, August 5, 2017

Flame-golden eyes burned into her ... Summer of Her Golden Wolf

The Mystic Wolf Woman of Wolf Peak Territory ... Zorzun Is In Her Pack

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION ~

Rain-stormy howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

The temps are so cool on the tame prairie right now, during the rain and rainstoms, that I have wrapped a light blanket around myself as I pen this post. How exciting, right? Well, it is since I survived the horrible high humidity just a week or so ago. It seems like the autumn temps arrive earlier each year. August has typically been heat, hot, dry brown grass...no more! Not for the last four years, or so. 

So, a cute toadikans, a young one, came to visit again by hopping on the window sill. I always enjoy telling toads how cute they are...and they often listen, not moving, looking at me with those big black eyes. Since I didn't want toadikans to get into the house, which I explained, I gently tried trapping adorable toad. That happened, except as I uncovered toad he/she made a sharp u-turn hop into the house... well, being inside is dangerous for a toad. For one thing I might accidentally step on him/her, not seeing the little critter. Thus, I made another attempt determined to release toad to the wilds outside. Fortunately, I caught toadikans again managing to place him/her out the window far enough so hopping back in couldn't happen. 

Okay, I keep coming up with authorly plans...and as usual, life events keep intervening... ~sighs~ 

HOWEVER, I did manage another two hundred words of my ongoing flash-scene story. The previous flash scenes can be accessed above. Just click the tab for the page. 



Summer of Her Golden Wolf

XV 
Too weak, Kassy didn't try to get comfortable. From a dead sleep, she jerked awake. Flame-golden eyes burned into her. Her heart stopped, then pounded. Is there a wolf staring at me...am I dreaming?  Before she could blink or think, a tongue licked her cheek softly. Even in the dim interior she could see a wolf face...unless this was a dog-wolf hybrid. But how in the hell could it have gotten inside? Was it going to eat her? Again, the animal's tongue touched her cheek, as if to calm her. "Nice doggie," she tried, given his expression seemed benign. 

XVI 
As full golden wolf, a form beyond wolf, Zorzun covered his woman's body gently with his. Sniffing, he blew his breath against her face. Her scent activated his supernatural healing ability. Even though, he didn't know the cause of her ailments, his force enveloped her,  penetrating. Zorzun realized many such healings would be needed to return her to vibrant health. Quickly, he determined why. Over a lifetime she'd been severely damaged by the poisonous pollutants blanketing Earth. Her body was too sensitive. She was so ethereal in nature that her tolerance remained low. Her eyes flew open. Beautiful Caribbean-azure eyes. 


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Saturday, July 29, 2017

Letting his nose follow her... Summer of Her Golden Wolf

"Intent" ~ Art by Anastasia

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION ~

Wild thunderstorm howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

A couple of days ago on my tame prairie, lightning and loud thunder rolled through for quite a while during the middle of the night. It was definitely a wild-sounding storm that dumped over six inches of rain. Fortunately nothing was damaged. 

Also a couple of days before, another odd lightning event happened. I was letting one of the pets inside, and as I bent over to pick him up, this white misshapen ball of plasma-looking lightning—about the size of a softball—flashed directly behind him. So close, it couldn't have been more than a foot behind my pet...if that. However, there couldn't have been any real heat or sparks or any electrical charge because he didn't react at all. 

This strange event was similar to one I had, say over a year ago, where a blue streak of lightning flashed by my west-facing window, so close it stunned me. And what was also odd, this blue plasma-looking lightning streaked parallel to the ground, not toward the ground... and again, there were no burns or anything on the plants... nothing was singed at all. Weird, huh? 

Okay then, here are another two hundred words of my ongoing flash-scene story. The previous flash scenes can be accessed above. Just click the tab for the page. 


Summer of Her Golden Wolf

XIII 
Struggling to keep her breath, Kassy walked faster than was good for her. About halfway to her minivan, she glanced over her shoulder. He wasn't following. Bigtime relieved, she slowed gulping in breaths. Glad I parked in the shade. Close to hyperventilating, Kassy climbed inside her temporary travel home on wheels. She locked the door quickly. No sight of Mr. Wolf Zorzun. Once her breathing eased, Kassy grabbed her water bottle, and swallowed her supplements. She would have driven away, except a familiar exhaustion claimed her. Kassy could only crawl to her makeshift bed. She collapsed on the large pillows. 

XIV 
Letting his nose follow her, Zorzun planted his feet on the ground. Once he heard her vehicle's door open, the chase was on. His woman's scent told him an unhealthy fatigue caused her to fall asleep fast. His challenge: save his woman from herself, then meet Pellegro with a bottle of wine in about forty minutes. As if fleas attacked, Zorzun Itched to wolf-heal her. He silently opened the back door of her minivan, no problem. Careful not to disturb her, he slipped inside. Getting out of his clothes proved interesting in the confined space. But unleashing his wolf, easy. 

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Friday, July 21, 2017

As if I'm a feather... Summer of Her Golden Wolf

Wolf Spirit of the Golden Moon by Carol Cavalaris

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION ~ 

Summer heat howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Yep, the heat is on, on my tame prairie. And it's haying time. My fields have been cut and the huge elephant bales dot the land waiting to be collected. 

Whew, the trials and tribulations of life never ceases. I so wish I could write regularly again. Anyway today, at the end of my half-mile, grassy drive, there was a large, mostly yellow, gorgeous butterfly who sadly was not among the living anymore. Butterfly was so dang beautiful, I couldn't resist bringing him/her up to the house. 

Here are another two hundred words of my ongoing flash-scene story. The previous flash scenes can be accessed above. Just click the tab for the page at: 
 http://shapeshifterseduction.blogspot.com/p/summer-of-her-golden-wolf.html


Summer of Her Golden Wolf

XI 
Mygawd, he's carrying me as if I'm a feather. Shock raced through Kassy drumming her heart. Just what I need on top of anaphylactic shock. More shock. For a moment, the downright sexiness of the man hit Kassy, slapped her senses wide awake. Where was he taking her? His stride was decisive alright. Kassy couldn't see the direction they headed. 
I'm taking you to my truck to revive you. 
Kassy stilled inside. Did I really hear those words? 
Telepathy. Yes, I'm speaking to you, beautiful woman. 
Beautiful woman? More shock wave-rolled through Kassy. She mentally shook herself. No. Stop. Stop.

XII 
I can't put you down. Leave you unattended. Howls, his woman felt deliciously perfect in his arms. 
Moments later she stiffened. Wriggling slightly, she came out of her seizure. Relief washed through Zorzun down to the soles of his feet.  
"Put me down. I can walk now." 
"Are you sure you're okay?" 
"Put me down, please."  
Reluctance stabbed Zorzun. Yet he carefully placed her on her feet. When she steadied, he stepped back.
Watching him warily she backed away. "Thanks for your help. I can manage now." 
She turned, and Zorzun leashed himself shoving his hands in his jean pockets. 


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Saturday, July 15, 2017

"Oh no." Kassy held her breath... Summer of Her Golden Wolf




One of the golden fur wolves in Wolf Peak Territory ... a snapshot.  

Orginally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION ~ 

*Dog Days of Summer* howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Aww...summer life on my tame prairie... yesterday, I had the extreme pleasure of watching a beautiful brown hummingbird through my fave western-facing window ... Hummingbird came close a few times, only a couple of feet away... what a joy, and hummingbirds are supposed to be good luck. I sure do hope so. I could use it. 

A couple of nights before, I had a toad encounter. I'd seen a few tiny baby toads hopping about outside my backdoor and on the gravel grassy driveway... anyway, it was about three in the morning when I heard this crinkling sound. I thought it was a mouse who had gotten into the house. Since the crinkling wouldn't stop, I smacked the area with a pillow more than several times hoping that would frighten the critter away, so I could go back to sleep. Nope. Then, I caught a quick glimpse of this critter that hopped high... so, the ole brain kicked in, and upon further inspection I found a calming sitting half-grown toad. Having had a toad friend many years ago, who would go to the door to be let out, I have a real fondness for the toadikans kind. Since it's dangerous for Toad to be in the house, well, the chase ensued... and it was a merry one indeed... with small box in hand and a makeshift lid, I did my utmost to convince cute toad to jump in and let me put him/her outside... after many failures, finally I was able to urge Toad to jump inside, once again, and I got the lid on fast enough... well, Toad didn't jump against the lid at all, and I got him/her outside, then gently turned the box so *born free* toad could be on his/her way. With decorum, Toad left the box, and casually hopped away... and didn't seem to be traumatized at all. Of course, I told toadikans that I was only trying to help him/her go outside. The only problem with this chase, I desperately needed uninterrupted sleep... but that's the way it goes, and I do like those toadies. Always have, since I was a kid and watched them in the basement window wells of our house. Live free and happy, Toadie cutie. 

So, yes, I managed another two hundred words of my ongoing flash-scene story. The previous flash scenes can be accessed above. Just click the tab for the page. 



Summer of Her Golden Wolf 


IX 
"Oh no." Kassy held her breath and covered her nose. Too late. A couple wearing clothing saturated by cigarette smoke passed by. "Allergic. Don't call 911. Please, don't. They'll kill me," she gasped out before the seizure hit. Her knees buckled, and Kassy collapsed, helpless, unable to speak. Yet she remained conscious, aware, as usual. 
Zorzun's strong arms, amazingly strong, caught her. "How do I help you?" His whispered words felt intimate. Somehow. 
Can't speak. Dammit. Frustration knifed Kassy, and she wished like hell the seizure would end quickly. She never knew how long it would last. Only that she recovered.


Zorzun held the limp body of his woman close. "It's okay," he told several people who looked on with concern, and were poised to call 911. Lifting her into his arms, he added, "she had the flu recently. I'll take her to the hospital, have her checked out." As he strode toward his blue Ranger truck, Zorzun performed a mental scan automatically. What was wrong with her? He'd have to search deeper. No matter what, he'd find a way to heal her. Zorzun figured the curvaceous redhead was in her fifties. No problem. He owned a hundred and fifty-five years. 

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Friday, July 7, 2017

Kassy fumed and frowned, hearing... Summer of Her Golden Wolf


Painting of a wolf family enjoying summer in Wolf Peak Territory.

Orginally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Summer-strolling howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

My latest domestic adventure? Dealing with a small freezer I ordered since my old fridge is losing ground when it comes to cooling. Once again, my kind neighbor came through, and I managed to maneuver this chest freezer into position...that is, once I did another rearranging and cleaning project. It's amazing what you find sometimes, that you forgot you had. ~grins~ 

Okay, I was a guest on Delilah Devlin's blog yesterday. The title of my post is: The Shooting Star Rise of the American Cowboy ~http://www.delilahdevlin.com/blog/2017/07/06/savanna-kougar-the-shooting-star-rise-of-the-american-cowboy~ 

Anyway, I think I did pretty fair job of answering my opening question: Why do I love writing cowboy heroes in paranormal settings? 

Alrighty then...I checked out the Smashwords survey wanting to discover a possible direction ... or what to concentrate on ... that is, if I ever get enough time and energy to write regularly again. It's really been frustrating! ~big sighs~ However, I didn't discover any useful direction. Although, it's good to know ROMANCE NOVELS are still the big sellers. 

Yes, I managed two more flashes with my heroine, Kassy, and her hero, Zorzun. 
Also, I made a page~check the tabs above~for SUMMER OF HER GOLDEN WOLF... 'cause eventually this flash-scene story will get too long to post every time. 



Summer of Her Golden Wolf

I
"Where are the ghosts?" someone jokingly called out. Kassy laughed along with the rest of the group touring the Bannack, Montana ghost town. 
"Mining for gold, what else?" the guide shot back, then launched into her recitation of Bannack's gold rush history. 
Kassy trailed behind studying the old-timey tools inside the ore crushing mill. What had life been like, really? For moments eery whispers bombarded her head. As quickly, they stopped. What the...? 
Real ghosts? 
No, we live. The image of a young handsome man appeared holding an open bag of gold nuggets. 
Dumbstruck, Kassy murmured, "Gold fever never dies." 

II 
Shapeshifter, Zorzun, used his wolf nose to sniff the summer wind gently sweeping through Bannack. He sought the bold half god who had telepathically contacted Dante, the alpha werewolf leader of Wolf Peak Territory. Claiming to possess vital intel, the rogue deity finally convinced the Peak's Circle of Witches of his beneficent intention. Zorzun had been chosen as Dante's 'trusted one' to meet with Pellegro. After all, he'd previously interacted with another god dynasty on Earth. Yet instead of Pellegro's power-potent essence, Zorzun caught whiffs of the most divine female scent. The woman was human. But her lineage was rare. 

III
"Did you hear that?" A tall sexy man asked over his shoulder. He reminded Kassy of a strutting rooster—certainly with that shock of red hair. 
"What did your hear?" she asked, playing it safe. 
He faced her, a smile playing on his lips. "The whispers," he paused. His blue-gray eyes glittered...yes, supernaturally. "Whispers from those who live in our past." 
"Yes, whispers," she admitted. "But I didn't hear anything specific...until..."
"Until?" He raised a brow truly interested. 
"A vision," she hesitated, "of a miner with gold nuggets. He spoke." 
"Pardon me," he looked above her, "the wolf arrives." 

IV 
She drew him like a super-charged magnet. Zorzun forced himself to continue his casual stride toward Hendricks Mill, where the mined gold had been processed. Howl about fate's inopportune timing. Here he was on a mission, and mating excitement gnawed at him with vicious fangs. He hadn't even seen her. Not yet. Wait! Zorzun halted in his tracks, sniffing again. By the grace of Mother Shining Moon, the demigod's supernatural odor slapped his nostrils. More intriguing, the woman's scent mingled with Pellegro's. They stood together inside the ore mill. Howls, yes! Zorzun hurried his steps as fast as he dared. 


"Wolf?" Kassy blurted out. Damn, wish I hadn't said that. Leave, she told herself, before something weird, something not-good happens. Intending to slip around Mr. Rooster Guy, instead Kassy found herself sandwiched between two tall muscular men. Very *yum* muscular men. Her breath jerked inward. As quick, the air whooshed out of her lungs. Great, how embarrassing. "Excuse me." Kassy took a step. The wolf, as Mr. Rooster called him...he moved with her, blocking her escape. "Pellegro, may I assume?" Mr. Wolf's deep resonant voice shivery-melted Kassy—to her shock. No, no! She stiffened her spine. "Get out of my way." 

VI 
"Pellegro, may I assume?" Zorzun made damn certain the flame-haired woman remained caged between him and the half-god. 
"Get out of my way." Even though her tone was soft, controlled, her words pelted him, both ice and fire. 
"Ma'am, I'd like a word with you. Please." 
"What for?" 
Picking up her mental vibes, Zorzun knew the woman pressed against him, wished like hell she could stomp his foot. Leave. Given he sported cowboy boots, and she wore running shoes, he was safe. Zorzun grinned to himself. 
"At your service. To whom am I speaking?" Pellegro smirked, understanding glinting his eyes. 

VII 
Now what? Kassy fumed and frowned, hearing... 
"Zorzun is my handle. Dante sends his regards. Where would you like to speak?" 
Zorzun, what an unusual name. Does he have to feel this good? Dammit!  Irritated, her anger rising, Kassy wriggled wanting to edge her way out. Nope, she stopped. He liked it  too much. 
Should I scream, make a scene? 
"There's quite the lovely picnic spot by the water at Vigilante campground. Do you know the area?" Pellegro's accent intrigued Kassy. Who was Mr. Rooster?  
"I do. Should I bring lunch?" Zorzun cupped her shoulder, so gently she couldn't complain. 

VIII 
The woman he thought of his already, the woman he touched, singed him with her inner fire. Given her fury to be free of him, Zorzun figured he should be going up in flames. Howls, he'd be on mating fire once they... 
"I have enough lunch to share." The smirk stayed on Pellegro's face. "I'll expect you in an hour. Bring a bottle of wine. You are a connoisseur, correct?" 
"Your preference?" Zorzun arched his brows. 
"Surprise me." 
Before he could blink, the half god spun away, and was strolling down the path. 
"Wow, where did he go?" his woman murmured. 


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Saturday, July 1, 2017

"Wolf?" Kassy blurted out... Summer of Her Golden Wolf


Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

*Summer On the Tame Prairie* howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Here's hoping you have a wonderful FOURTH celebration! 

The butterflies have just been exquisite this year, and often dancing-flit with each other. Oh, today, I did have a scare when I trekked back from my mailbox. Unknown to me, a bee flew down the back of my shirt. I felt this like bites twice on my upper back...not too painful. But I ended up taking the shirt off, which was a very good thing, since the bee flew off... it hadn't stung me too deeply, and I made it back to the house without the severe *can't breathe* stuff kicking in. I took my Aller-Max capsules, felt some systems, but was okay a couple of hours later. Thank you, Divine. 

Okay then, I did pen the next two hundred-word flashes for ... 

Summer of Her Golden Wolf 

I
"Where are the ghosts?" someone jokingly called out. Kassy laughed along with the rest of the group touring the Bannack, Montana ghost town. 
"Mining for gold, what else?" the guide shot back, then launched into her recitation of Bannack's gold rush history. 
Kassy trailed behind studying the old-timey tools inside the ore crushing mill. What had life been like, really? For moments eery whispers bombarded her head. As quickly, they stopped. What the...? 
Real ghosts? 
No, we live. The image of a young handsome man appeared holding an open bag of gold nuggets. 
Dumbstruck, Kassy murmured, "Gold fever never dies." 

II 
Shapeshifter, Zorzun, used his wolf nose to sniff the summer wind gently sweeping through Bannack. He sought the bold half god who had telepathically contacted Dante, the alpha werewolf leader of Wolf Peak Territory. Claiming to possess vital intel, the rogue deity finally convinced the Peak's Circle of Witches of his beneficent intention. Zorzun had been chosen as Dante's 'trusted one' to meet with Pellegro. After all, he'd previously interacted with another god dynasty on Earth. Yet instead of Pellegro's power-potent essence, Zorzun caught whiffs of the most divine female scent. The woman was human. But her lineage was rare. 

III
"Did you hear that?" A tall sexy man asked over his shoulder. He reminded Kassy of a strutting rooster—certainly with that shock of red hair. 
"What did your hear?" she asked, playing it safe. 
He faced her, a smile playing on his lips. "The whispers," he paused. His blue-gray eyes glittered...yes, supernaturally. "Whispers from those who live in our past." 
"Yes, whispers," she admitted. "But I didn't hear anything specific...until..."
"Until?" He raised a brow truly interested. 
"A vision," she hesitated, "of a miner with gold nuggets. He spoke." 
"Pardon me," he looked above her, "the wolf arrives." 

IV 

She drew him like a super-charged magnet. Zorzun forced himself to continue his casual stride toward Hendricks Mill, where the mined gold had been processed. Howl about fate's inopportune timing. Here he was on a mission, and mating excitement gnawed at him with vicious fangs. He hadn't even seen her. Not yet. Wait! Zorzun halted in his tracks, sniffing again. By the grace of Mother Shining Moon, the demigod's supernatural odor slapped his nostrils. More intriguing, the woman's scent mingled with Pellegro's. They stood together inside the ore mill. Howls, yes! Zorzun hurried his steps as fast as he dared. 



"Wolf?" Kassy blurted out. Damn, wish I hadn't said that. Leave, she told herself, before something weird, something not-good happens. Intending to slip around Mr. Rooster Guy, instead Kassy found herself sandwiched between two tall muscular men. Very *yum* muscular men. Her breath jerked inward. As quick, the air whooshed out of her lungs. Great, how embarrassing. "Excuse me." Kassy took a step. The wolf, as Mr. Rooster called him...he moved with her, blocking her escape. "Pellegro, may I assume?" Mr. Wolf's deep resonant voice shivery-melted Kassy—to her shock. No, no! She stiffened her spine. "Get out of my way." 

VI 

"Pellegro, may I assume?" Zorzun made damn certain the flame-haired woman remained caged between him and the half-god. 
"Get out of my way." Even though her tone was soft, controlled, her words pelted him, both ice and fire. 
"Ma'am, I'd like a word with you. Please." 
"What for?" 
Picking up her mental vibes, Zorzun knew the woman pressed against him, wished like hell she could stomp his foot. Leave. Given he sported cowboy boots, and she wore running shoes, he was safe. Zorzun grinned to himself. 
"At your service. To whom am I speaking?" Pellegro smirked, understanding glinting his eyes. 

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