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Angel Eyes - Graphite on 11x17 Bristol

This is a drawing from a photo.  The baby I have drawn has all of the classic cherub qualities.  She is beautiful.  She has the most amazing little lips.  She has the perfect baby nose.  The most important thing that makes me want to draw her is that her little eyes look as though she knows something the rest of the world does not.

I am pretty close to 
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Toni 




Starting April 16, I am officially going back to Lafayette Atelier to finish up my art education.  I am so happy I could just wiggle.  Ok, I am wiggling!

 This is my first charcoal drawing for portrait class.  We have another 3 hour session on Sunday where I will do some cleaning up and adding white to make this thing pop.

Starting next week I will begin a cast drawing.  I will 
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I often look at my bookmark for a new post at the top of my browser and feel incredibly guilty because not only does it seem like I have abandoned my blog, I have not done any art to blog about.  I am far from being done improving my art, but I have decided that there are many sides to this being inside this body and I have a lot of creative 
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Seth Godin: Quieting the Lizard Brain from 99% on Vimeo.

I found this video on 43 folders.  There is also an interview on 43 folders that is very good.

My lizard brain is on overdrive.

I have not used my creativity for anything good lately. Instead I have come up with very creative excuses for not doing anything productive at all.
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I recently found this lecture given by Ramachandran.  He explains what it is about art that captures our attention.  This lecture brings up a lot of great insight for artists and art appreciators.  

I find it extremely fascinating when art meets science.  I am fascinated by neurology in particular.  There is an amazing thing inside our skulls that does so much more than operate our bodies.


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As a mother, I remember holding my babies like this. I would listen to their breathing, feel their chest expanding and contracting and just smell the wonderful aroma of baby. Moments like this are pure life. I think every mother I ever talked to remembers moments like these and smiles. Motherhood is Always. 

I got a new webcam for Christmas.  This is the first time I have recorded myself 
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I decided to play around with just the graphic quality of this image.  There is something I am trying to capture here that I am just not quite getting.  Using just any old ink pen that supplied black ink, I played around with lines and hatching and flow.  I just wanted to see what it would look like in high contrast and low contrast.  I think what I am ultimately 
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Years ago, I knew her as Myltia when we played online roleplaying games.  After the baby was born, she died of  cancer.  We are still friends with the family and though we drift here and there, we still manage to keep in touch. It is a nice addition to my sketchbook. A sketch and a memory tied together. 

This is a sketch from a photo for a larger drawing.  I am working out ideas and getting my 
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I tried a double mirror pose so that I would be facing the right direction in my self portrait.  The disadvantage to that is that it is very hard to measure.  I tried first with the conte crayon, but between fighting the crayon and getting disoriented in the double mirrors, it was just too frustrating.  I pulled the page out of my book and then picked up my handy dandy mechanical and went to 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8giq9eyW_tDoNWR9J-hlP7hRaf8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8giq9eyW_tDoNWR9J-hlP7hRaf8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/TMir/~4/jkehnVfzv_4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://annasellers.blogspot.com/2010/01/self-portrait-4-and-5.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcERH0-fCp7ImA9WxBRGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35860932.post-695335865722602947</id><published>2010-01-07T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:06:45.354-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-07T17:06:45.354-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Graphite" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Conte crayon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tonal Range" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tone" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Self Portrait" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sketches" /><title>The First Sketches from 2010</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annasellers.blogspot.com/feeds/695335865722602947/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35860932&amp;postID=695335865722602947" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35860932/posts/default/695335865722602947?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35860932/posts/default/695335865722602947?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/TMir/~3/OKcuP5Zv7tk/first-sketches-from-2010.html" title="The First Sketches from 2010" /><author><name>Anna Sellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038876423086955521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C0djotUQ7BY/R9z8eYNjpbI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0FCLusR0Gcc/S220/spref1small.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0djotUQ7BY/S0YEEvBsX9I/AAAAAAAACa8/DsgptVigwgQ/s72-c/01-01-10.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">These are sketches from my sketchbook in the order they were done.














The last three are self portraits.  I used conte crayon for the first few and a plain old mechanical pencil for the last.  I probably don't have to say that I was frustrated with the crayon.  I think that shows.  As I progressed, it seemed less bulky and more controllable.  I won't give up.  I will get this media 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sNYw4mF1vk9bjyWNjV_ht55F36w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sNYw4mF1vk9bjyWNjV_ht55F36w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/TMir/~4/OKcuP5Zv7tk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://annasellers.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-sketches-from-2010.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8DSHY9eSp7ImA9WxBRGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35860932.post-5041425811376366456</id><published>2010-01-07T10:48:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:57:59.861-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-07T15:57:59.861-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goals" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="links" /><title>Happy New Year - Some links to get going!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annasellers.blogspot.com/feeds/5041425811376366456/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35860932&amp;postID=5041425811376366456" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35860932/posts/default/5041425811376366456?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35860932/posts/default/5041425811376366456?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/TMir/~3/g2a4v7kwmlw/happy-new-year-some-links-to-get-going.html" title="Happy New Year - Some links to get going!" /><author><name>Anna Sellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038876423086955521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C0djotUQ7BY/R9z8eYNjpbI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0FCLusR0Gcc/S220/spref1small.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">To be honest, I have produced less finished art this year than any year in the past and I am quite disappointed with 2009.  With that said..Like most people, I have some goals for the upcoming year that I hope to achieve.  I made a short and sweet list on 43 things.  I like 43 things for a lot of reasons.  You can set up reminders for yourself to stay motivated.  I like that you can share your 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xRdXoAQzgKz7TSl-fK8xYPY6i6M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xRdXoAQzgKz7TSl-fK8xYPY6i6M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/TMir/~4/g2a4v7kwmlw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://annasellers.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-some-links-to-get-going.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ICQXo8fip7ImA9WxBTF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35860932.post-896710189336635976</id><published>2009-12-13T19:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:59:20.476-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-13T21:59:20.476-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays" /><title>Holiday Charity</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annasellers.blogspot.com/feeds/896710189336635976/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35860932&amp;postID=896710189336635976" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35860932/posts/default/896710189336635976?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35860932/posts/default/896710189336635976?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/TMir/~3/-_sHSdlMch8/holiday-charity.html" title="Holiday Charity" /><author><name>Anna Sellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038876423086955521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C0djotUQ7BY/R9z8eYNjpbI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0FCLusR0Gcc/S220/spref1small.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I want to share a story with you.Many years ago, we were a large family on a small income.  We had about $150 to buy presents and feed 6 children and two adults for Christmas.  My husband and I told each other little lies to help each other get over the fact that if Santa was going to come, there would be no presents from Mom and Dad that year.  Trying to plan a Christmas dinner with what money 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CUtAe5CDFEybQ5n9IWhvGFUx0l8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CUtAe5CDFEybQ5n9IWhvGFUx0l8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/TMir/~4/-_sHSdlMch8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://annasellers.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-charity.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUCRX47fip7ImA9WxBTEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35860932.post-4499839066873285285</id><published>2009-12-07T10:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:27:44.006-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-07T11:27:44.006-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sketches" /><title>The Girls</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annasellers.blogspot.com/feeds/4499839066873285285/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35860932&amp;postID=4499839066873285285" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35860932/posts/default/4499839066873285285?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35860932/posts/default/4499839066873285285?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/TMir/~3/bnEHcaFn8Aw/girls.html" title="The Girls" /><author><name>Anna Sellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038876423086955521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C0djotUQ7BY/R9z8eYNjpbI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0FCLusR0Gcc/S220/spref1small.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0djotUQ7BY/Sx0lmo_jiLI/AAAAAAAACZ8/l3FooPbNEuk/s72-c/12-07-09.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">A friend of my husbands uploaded some pictures from Afghanistan.  This one in particular captured my heart.  It didn't really occur to me why until I started sketching.These two could easily be my girls.  I have one that is always smiling and being friendly while the other is much more quiet and serious.  It is funny how we attach our experiences to the images we see.  Sometimes we don't 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UmiT1XDWxFAQO6QADeFbN0961lk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UmiT1XDWxFAQO6QADeFbN0961lk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/TMir/~4/bnEHcaFn8Aw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://annasellers.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIERnw6eSp7ImA9WxNaFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35860932.post-1094782055427190177</id><published>2009-11-30T08:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:08:27.211-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-30T23:08:27.211-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Painting" /><title>Is Being a Painter Irrelevant? - My answer.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annasellers.blogspot.com/feeds/1094782055427190177/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35860932&amp;postID=1094782055427190177" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35860932/posts/default/1094782055427190177?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35860932/posts/default/1094782055427190177?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/TMir/~3/LNSEgiD6O04/is-being-painter-irrelevant-my-answer.html" title="Is Being a Painter Irrelevant? - My answer." /><author><name>Anna Sellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038876423086955521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C0djotUQ7BY/R9z8eYNjpbI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0FCLusR0Gcc/S220/spref1small.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I recently discovered a new blog to follow called Sheree Rensel - ART AND LIFE.  She posted an entry that has been eating on the backside of my brain since I read it.   Is Being a Painter Irrelevant?  As the world is changing around us, has the craft become obsolete?Her post comes at a very interesting time for me.  I read it just before I went into the kitchen for a two day cook fest for 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eZs9Viqc-thEkCHRWmOTz-DCIa0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eZs9Viqc-thEkCHRWmOTz-DCIa0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/TMir/~4/LNSEgiD6O04" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://annasellers.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-being-painter-irrelevant-my-answer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMGQX0-fSp7ImA9WxNbF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35860932.post-4383239429841345353</id><published>2009-11-19T08:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T08:40:20.355-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-20T08:40:20.355-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sketches" /><title>Discovering How My Imagination Works</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annasellers.blogspot.com/feeds/4383239429841345353/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35860932&amp;postID=4383239429841345353" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35860932/posts/default/4383239429841345353?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35860932/posts/default/4383239429841345353?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/TMir/~3/L4-UkbKXtu8/discovering-how-my-imagination-works.html" title="Discovering How My Imagination Works" /><author><name>Anna Sellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038876423086955521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C0djotUQ7BY/R9z8eYNjpbI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0FCLusR0Gcc/S220/spref1small.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0djotUQ7BY/SwVHyHuGF9I/AAAAAAAACWY/ouDREUGuYFw/s72-c/harem1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">This is a sketch for C.H.O.W. 180.  My body reference is here.  I also have a couple paintings bookmarked HERE and HERE that I want to use as color inspiration.I hope to get this sketch to the point that I can put it on a panel I have lying around collecting dust and paint it before the week is done.  I can't seem to decide what to do with the feet.  I only have a few days, so I am going to have 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G3wU0NlKg9Oh6zo2N-MWBHw2RtA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G3wU0NlKg9Oh6zo2N-MWBHw2RtA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/TMir/~4/L4-UkbKXtu8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://annasellers.blogspot.com/2009/11/discovering-how-my-imagination-works.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMBSH44eCp7ImA9WxNUEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35860932.post-4299920600672535055</id><published>2009-10-30T10:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:07:39.030-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-02T15:07:39.030-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Small Studies" /><title>Painting from the palette.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annasellers.blogspot.com/feeds/4299920600672535055/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35860932&amp;postID=4299920600672535055" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35860932/posts/default/4299920600672535055?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35860932/posts/default/4299920600672535055?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/TMir/~3/wFgytwoHZ8E/painting-from-palette.html" title="Painting from the palette." /><author><name>Anna Sellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038876423086955521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C0djotUQ7BY/R9z8eYNjpbI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0FCLusR0Gcc/S220/spref1small.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0djotUQ7BY/SusALtWRNyI/AAAAAAAACWI/XsY9hUXi4j8/s72-c/10-29-09.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">I am very happy with the hurdles I overcame to produce this one.
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