Some of our selected featured works. Enjoy !
Some of our selected featured works. Enjoy !
Autumn's SpriteMystical is sheAutumn's Sprite by palesile
with tree branches for wings.
She engraves the path beyond us
with evergreen draped behind her.
And when the winds guide her
into the falling skies
her crisp and golden leaves
flutter down like cherry blossom rain;
kissing the moss below and
with a forest's stars.
MistRolling mists glide byMist by palesile
before the showers begin.
I wait for them beneath
like I could catch them
on my tongue.
If only I had the pleasure.
The droplets cling to the glass
in their flawless orbs,
each one a piece of treasure
when the streetlamps glow
and a mess of them
appear to me like chandeliers
on my windows.
Glittering gold in the gray void.
The lackluster ones are jealous
of this fictitious sunlight,
but to me they are diamonds.
The ones that slip are like
falling stars and
I make them contenders,
racing one against the other
until they disappear from view.
Time passes discreetly
while I obsess over the grace
with which the sky pours
it's heart out around me.
And the longer I gaze,
the more I feel some
sense of fear upon me.
The plunge is not endless.
All of them collide,
they drum onto something
I realize in listening
to the soft symphony,
the gentle roar.
I feel almost somber..
How far they must've fallen.
I wonder just how far they've fallen.
Looking for a meaning, or a chair.The bed creaks when I walk down its ladder,Looking for a meaning, or a chair. by GentlePeace
louder than a rocking chair.
I never did mind it; it reminds me that it's still intact.
My room looks like a basement,
a basement with a view on the side.
Exactly what you'd think the inside of a mildly clean vacuum looks like.
I'd like to expand; have more space.
But, I'd have nothing to fill it with.
It would just be like everything else in here.
I have a table that looks like it had its legs cut off
since I need to be hunched over to "comfortably" use it.
It's not that bad; I enjoy the pleasantries that a stiff back snapping can bring.
I have a picture frame hanging on the wall. It'll mean something to me once I get a picture.
I knew this one guy who saw it as a piece of art.
I just told him that it was empty, which he always replied with "exactly.”
Next to the top of the bunk bed there's the window.
I admire the view for as long as it takes.
I don't know if it's the lucrative sleep,
but what I keep seeing fills me with
The Void In His EyesHe spoke with life as if death never existedThe Void In His Eyes by Smiteacount
Shrugging off the sly remarks of those who disowned him
Living in isolation, the mind, so empty
Lacking the words to voice his opinion
sat back in the shadows, cross and frigid
Trembling at his own thoughts
To be his friend is perplexing as it is vexing when you see his heart
Corrupted and tainted by that of which he is missing
Skylar's StaircaseShifting silently, she started shaking. Silver streaked Skylars split strands. She scrutinized suffering spirits she sensed; sunless souls surrounding Skylar. “Stop screaming…” she solicited.Skylar's Staircase by DreamJournaling
She supposed she should scream, she should sob, she should sweat shock. “Soon…” she said soundlessly. Smoke, swimming smoothly, surrounding schoolgirls’ sorrow. She suppressed scared sadness; shadows slowly shifted, Skylar’d stopped seeing such shadows. Stabbing sensations seemed set, steady suffering. She sat, seemingly shocked speculating surviving safely.
She speculated simple survival.
Skylar’s solitary suffering should stop. She struggled silently. She should succumb…
She suddenly stood. Silent screams stuffed Skylar's skull.
“She shouldn’t stop suffering!”
“Stop sensing strength!”
“Sentiment shall sanction shadows’ silence...”
She siphoned such sentences, separatin
DeadlandIn my younger and more vulnerable years I made a point of keeping a dress in my closet for funerals. People around me had a tiresome habit of dying off, and I didn’t want to be left unprepared at an unfortunate time. Luckily, I was never very vulnerable.Deadland by GuinevereToGwen
It was a pretty little thing: black, of course, with sleeves that ended just below the elbow and a hemline that ended just above the knee. The neckline was wide and dipped a little down my back without being too revealing. It was light enough to wear in the summer, but looked great with dark tights and boots in the winter.
Fall funerals were my favourite. The death of the earth perfectly paralleled the death of a person. As the leaves rained down on us, they twirled tornado-like through the air before charging into the grave, where they would be buried with the casket until they disintegrated into dust. Just like the person inside.
That was how I wanted to be buried. Blanketed by dirt and dead leaves, my relatives outside holding
The Next Phase: Chpt 1 The Midnight Exchange“Come on, could you give it a rest? You’re making me jumpy.”The Next Phase: Chpt 1 The Midnight Exchange by WanderingGoose
“Sorry. It’s just that being inside for this long isn’t working for me. I gotta move.”
“What do you mean ‘this long’? We’ve only been here since sundown.”
“Ha! That’s easy for you to say. You always loved this kind of thing but it’s like a cage in here.”
“So much for all that training I suppose? Well, you won’t have to worry about it for much longer. There’s about 20 minutes until midnight.”
Agent Noah Conrad lowered his glowing wristwatch and returned his eyes to the tripod-mounted spotting scope he had trained on the hotel across the street. His partner, Agent Arthur Williams, anxiously paced across the dark and empty room they had chosen for the stakeout. Although Noah insisted he would adapt to the scents in the abandoned flat, Arthur tried to clear his nose of the dusty odor in the air.
Dreams and Dragons Chapter 0 Dreams and DragonsDreams and Dragons Chapter 0 by DungeonGIbby
YOU WAKE UP
YOU LOOK AROUND
THE DANCE OF SHADOWS (The Prophecy)~~~Legacy of the Final Sunrise~~~THE DANCE OF SHADOWS (The Prophecy) by xxTeh-ninja
A mortal amongst immortals, driven by flame and burning brightly.
This was the child known by prophecy as the “Sunrise of Mankind”, the connection between the realm of magic and the norm.
The Sunrise connected the light of day to the shadows of nightfall. Until one day, the Sunrise did not come, and both halves of the world fell.
And with the Sunrise gone, it was a time of eternal shadow. The light had faded, until extinguished, bringing the onset of darkness.
The Sunset was pleased with the shroud, but yearned and pined for its other half. The Sunrise’s vanishing made the dark of night grow cold and lonely, and so the Sunset came upon the decision to revive the light to the land.
The Sunset tried with all its might, and in turn, was rewarded with the return of the Sunrise. Two halves of the same being and heart, which had once gone cold, were rekindled anew, becoming as one.
A Simple Story (1 of 26)It's a simple enough story to start, and it starts like so many do. It starts with a storm. Some say the gods storm when there's fire in their bellies. Others say it's the gods fighting. Others say it's the way of the clouds, and gods ain't got nothing to do with it. Way I see it, clouds, gods, or just dumb luck, it was a hell of a storm, and without it, well, without it we wouldn't be sitting here.A Simple Story (1 of 26) by echo-mlb
She found herself on a boat in that storm of storms, and that's never the place to be. It wasn't a big boat, nothing more than a sail to catch, a rudder to steer, a hull to hold her, and a full balloon to keep her flying. She found herself near thrown clear of her boat, but she managed to hold on.
The storm pulled her sails away from her, picked her up and threw her across the sky, skipping her off the cloud floor like a flat stone over across a still pond. She was thrown clear of where she thought she was, and ended up someplace she couldn't pin on any map. The only reason she stopped, was
'Closure' (Harry Potter poetry, contains spoilers)Closure'Closure' (Harry Potter poetry, contains spoilers) by MajorasMasks
Ancient dust I breathe on the floor,
I'm not going to run away though,
Yet I feel scared, scared to die...
Farewell my friends, farewell dear life
The final mission, the secret unleashed:
Why did I fight? For today to perish?
A green-eyes-shaped destiny waits:
Can he kill me? I'll find out any way
So, in the forest I've dragged myself,
Only my own act of this play is left,
And soon realization assails my soul
Together with "I-open-at-the-close"
A cold, golden Snitch my shaking lips meet,
"I am about to die," I say with a whiff,
And then, all of them, appear one by one,
Albeit just faint shadows of the ones I loved
I'll use all the courage they will inspire
to confront him, whose fate matches mine
Ushered by the fast beats of my heart--
the moment has come, the showdown at last:
I won't stumble
I won't crumble
I won't cry
...because I am
the child who survived
Gift: Happy Birthday Paradise.One beautiful day Redbolt, Prowl, Amazon and Racingfang decided to give Paradise a surprise gift for her birthday. Prowl and Redbolt were making a special demonstration of how Redbolt processed with Prowl's training and both mechs do a special new combo move together. While Racingfang and Amazon made her a energon birthday cake, but Ratchet kept Paradise with him and keeping her away from the others. Ratchet smiles and hugs her while they go out to explore a bit while Racingfang calls Breakout for a lift to Paradise's home planet.Gift: Happy Birthday Paradise. by liongirl2289
A few hours has passed and Breakout come over to where Racingfang's house to pick up Racingfang, Prowl, Amazon and Redbolt and take them to Paradise's home planet to get ready for the surprise birthday party. Once they got there all four bots got out of the ship and greeted the other bots in the party from Groundquake to Jecko to Bittersweet to Redbolt's mate Solar Star while Breakout takes the ship back to earth and wait for Ratchet's comlink to take Paradis
Summer Dream - a Black x N flash fictionSummer was hot in Castelia City.Summer Dream - a Black x N flash fiction by MajorasMasks
“Maybe, this wasn’t a good idea,” Black though while trying to eat the green tea ice cream before it melted. It was delicious, and he didn’t want it to go to waste.
A faint breeze blew from the harbour area of the metropolis, but it wasn’t enough to give him the refreshment he sought.
The boy licked the ice cream again, trying not to bump into the people scurrying around the streets even under that scorching sun.
“Everyone is always so busy, here,” he noticed. After all, Castelia City was the center of business and economy of the Unova region.
“It’s hot!!!” Black yelled at the towering skyscrapers, heedless of the looks cast upon him.
His head felt light—but it wasn’t only for the high temperature. Since his Munna had left him, Black had been having too many dreams and his mind was overwhelmed with confusion, so much that he couldn’t distinguish dreams fro
BLOOD OF ASTERION: introBLOOD OF ASTERION: intro by BATTLEFAIRIES
Names are important.
There's a truth hidden in a name, and the adept can uncover this clue to the true nature of things. This was known to the young traveller, who now traded the right side of the mountain path for the left, where she thought the wind and the flying snow to be less intense. It had seemed an attractive route on the map, but the name of this Flensing Pass had been a forewarning to this night's hardship: its high altitude and north-western trajectory, straight as the blade of a knife, gave wind, snow, sleet and ice free reign. The orcs of the region believed that the Pass was where the god Bahgtru had accidentally dropped the axehead he had been forging, and the bare, steep rock-face on both sides certainly endorsed this impression, more so because this night, each crack and furrow had been clogged and glazed over by the flying ice and snow.
The young traveller knew she would not be running into any orcs tonight: her destination was already too close-by for that, and even
A Case of Falling From Grace Ch. 1 [RusPru AU]A Case of Falling From Grace Ch. 1 [RusPru AU] by sailorgreywolf
The building appeared to be an old Gothic manor from the outside, with a series of buildings around it that must have been built in the time when this entire piece of land had been a plantation. The years had taken their toll on it. What had once been a gorgeous old house had fallen into complete disrepair. The wooden front doors hung loosely from their hinges. One side of the porch had rotted to the extent that the entire side sagged. Many of the shuttered windows on the upper floors were cracked.
Alfred leaned against the side of his truck and looked up at his new project. His boss had called him this morning and told him that they had a job for a private contractor. Matthew got out of the other side of the truck and went over to stand next to his brother. He looked at Alfred and said, "A gem of a clean up Arthur got us this time. This place gives me the creeps." Alfred took a handful of sunflower seeds from the bag that was sitting on the hood of his truck. He put one of the salty s
A Meeting With the Avower of KnowledgeA Meeting With the Avower of Knowledge by space-commander
BARBARA, female human, mid twenties, background: staff scientist, running for office
AVOWER, female Drall, mid fifties, full title: The Avower of Knowledge
USCANTH, male Drall, mid forties, background: previously a war hero, now a bartender
[The scene takes place within the Temple of Knowledge, a facility within the Drallian Cultural Center at Research Colony-35 on the planet Kanangar Prime during the year 10,001AD. Barbara's father, Governor William Centaura, died unexpectedly roughly six months ago and the next election is roughly a week away. If her main opponent wins the election then it is highly likely that major concessions will be made to the Mining Guild during the next several years. Further complicating the situation, a third candidate has emerged who happens to be a Drall. Uscanth, a mutual friend of Barbara and her former lover, has taken a leave of absence from his Irish Pub at Starbase Equador and has traveled to Kana
The Miracles Tail of Dillian DillingerThe Miracles Tail of Dillian Dillinger by DataReign
The Miracles Tail of Dillian Dillinger
[The stage is lit up by a dim gray light .Revealing a man lying on the floor motionless. He stirs and begins to awaken he noticed rusted and archaic walls around him. The man sits up in a panic but instantly grabs his head in pain. Puzzled looking around more he realizes thick rusted steel doors.]
[Groaning from pain in his head]
Dillian: Where the hell am I?
[ He carefully stands carefully and stumbles to the thick steel door reaching his hand out and pulls the door knob trying to open it but with all the great efforts it did not budge at all. He looked at the door confused before saying]
Dillian: what the…?
[He looks around spotting no one in sight as he called out]
Dillian: Hello~? Is anyone here?!
[Wandering around the room felling on the walls in hopes of finding a way out... feeling along the walls he comes across a switch, curiously flipp
The Birth of LoveThe Birth of LoveThe Birth of Love by GinaMangrove
1: Hey…what are they doing?
1: Those two. They’re just lying there.
3: No, they’re doing something else…they’re kissing.
2: They are. Just like the other ones. It seems sweet, but peculiar.
3: It is. Why do they do that?
1: I don’t know. It doesn’t look particularly enjoyable. It looks quite…wet.
2: I think it’s sweet. A strange way to show affection, but a sweet way.
3: I wonder why they choose each other to kiss. Why not anyone else?
2: They love each other.
1: Are they even capable of love?
3: I think so.
2: They wouldn’t be kissing if they weren’t in love.
1: What about lust? If they’re capable of love, they must have lust. That’s probably what it is.
2: I’d like to think these two, maybe just these two, love each other.
1: Keep looking.
3: She’s pushing him away.
1: What happened?
3: I think you were right. It was just lust. He lusted for her and she didn
Illogical Solution I wanted someone to love me, so I baked apple pie.Illogical Solution by Almost-Alcibiades
The day was the kind where you walk and walk until you look down, and then you see the tightrope and your depth perception is gone. All you know is that there's nothing to hold, and the ground isn't ready to catch you.
I hate crying. I always cry in public. It's a cycle, a hole of darkness; you cry because your day was a string of bad hours cut from every other day in the past two years and it just fell on you then. After, you calm down and pass through a couple generic groups of minutes where everyone dances around you, careful about cutting their feet because the broken pieces are just lying there- no one wants to get cut. And then you go home, the last thing crashes- a minor thing, on any other day would be that, just minor. But today, you shatter. Then you force yourself to cry until they're dry heaves, everything's shaking, the broken pieces are cutting your feet- Alone.
JollyIn silence the cretins finished their nightly work, and ambled back toward the village below. Sightless, ugly things, trudging through snowdrifts in perpetual winter darkness. For the next eight hours they would cocoon themselves in mucus and enjoy blissfully dreamless sleep. Not so for their sympathetic overlord in the granite castle above.Jolly by SgtPossum
He had twenty-four hours to perform a task that was rapidly losing its meaning to him, a philanthropy that had been drowned in its beneficiaries' greed. This was what he had dread for three-hundred and sixty-five days, the unavoidable duty of the red and white God of Gifts. Lonesome and racked with the nightmares of his previous trip around the sun, he boarded his leviathan craft and wished for freedom from bondage. In the past he had been called Loki, Prometheus. But he felt like Sisyphus.
It was to be a long day. And a long year after that. A long eternity. One day, he hoped, the ingratitude of the recipients of his treasures would persuade the p
The HatThe Hat by FlashyFashionFraud
Everywhere he goes he always wears this stupid hat: a black cap with the Superman logo on the front. I could never understand why he’s so attached to it. He’s like a girl with make up, he can’t leave home without it and he refuses to take it off. His black, curly hair would always stick out from underneath and he’d rather be caught dead...well, dead, than being caught outside without it.
It’d be hilarious to see everyone try to grab it. If you managed to take it, he’ll let you wear it...for a few seconds. And then he’d snatch it back and that was that. This is also the man who refuses to take the hat off on roller coasters. He’d clasp his hand over it and hold on the entire ride. The hat wasn’t just a hat, it’s something that’s apart of him.
You see, the hat used to belong to his ex girlfriend: his last and worst relationship. He had stolen it from her and never gave it back. He would tell me about all the girls in his l
Everyone Knows EverythingNederlandse versie: http://doolhoofd.deviantart.com/art/Iedereen-Weet-Alles-345317266Everyone Knows Everything by doolhoofd
Say yes to life. Take control. Step outside. Make contact. Meet people. Cherish friendships. Create your own happiness. Go out. Find a hobby. Join a club. Unfold your talents. Learn how to juggle. Learn a new language. Collect something. Appreciate something. Fill the void. Follow your intuition. Realize your freedom. Don't just sit on it. Activate yourself. Find your passion. Realize your dreams. Don't wait any longer. Take the first step. Grab the bull by the horns. Take your chance. Make a wish. Roll the dice. Play the game. Act now. Take the bait. Drop dead. Chill. Don't have a cow. Relax. Take some time for yourself. Turn the heat up. Take a bath. Find peace and balance. Let the sunshine in. Realize it's all relative. Stay cool. Shuffle around in your slippers. Bake an omelette. Nose around in the attic. Clean out the mouse traps. Cut open your teddybear and discover a wealth of superfluous dust.
On Trafalgar Law's backstory (One Piece spoilers)To tell a story, you must do researches.On Trafalgar Law's backstory (One Piece spoilers) by MajorasMasks
Even when writing a fantasy, it's important to tie it to the real world and to real events, or at least to get inspired by them. Otherwise, your story could feel too generic and not compelling. This also applies to comics, of course, and the example I'm going to use is from a manga, in other words a Japanese comic.
The manga I'm talking about is One Piece by Eiichiro Oda, and even if I'll try to avoid major revelations, if you aren't up to date with the Japanese chapters it would be a good idea to stop reading now. Instead, if you either know about the most recent events in the Dressrosa story arc or don't really care about spoilers, please read ahead.
I don't want to bore you, so here you are just briefly recap the latest events shown in the manga: Trafalgar Law, one of the most prominent character of the aforementioned story arc, who is currently fighting with the protagonist (the infamous Monkey D. Luffy) against the main villain of this saga
Mountain LullabyBetween the broken hallelujahsMountain Lullaby by rebeccalsmith-media
and the “Hey, how are ya doings”
I've been missing the point all along
that you were running out of time
Oh, walking down the line
on your journey to get back home
And it hurts to say
you’re just a timeless face
trapped in an album of my memories
It’s dark and dusty here
but I shall have no fear
One day, we’ll open up the stories of our tragedies
Oh, ohh, ohhh Mountain Lullaby
Oh, ohh, ohhh, Mountain Lullaby
Your hair is still in curls
Your neck is dressed in pearls
I can see the light of youth bright behind your eyes
I’ve never felt so sad
From a faded photograph
A once happy moment bringing tears in disguise
Oh, ohh, ohhh Mountain Lullaby
Oh, ohh, ohhh, Mountain Lullaby
When I look at how life became
How I’ve never loved the same
The world I knew was never built to last
All the time I took for granted
is over now and I’m left stranded
Flipping through the pages of a black and white past
Oh, ohh, ohhh, Moun
The Secret and the ReplyOriginal Short StoryThe Secret and the Reply by FunkyDreamer
The sound of rain drops falling wasn’t heard anymore, and I finally took a step out of the shop I was sheltering in. It was a usual Monday in May, and I was on a shopping trip in that small district where I heard the prices were cheap. My parents are working overseas and I’m living by myself, not that I’m complaining. I’m already 16 years old. Still, being a girl without a guardian doesn’t feel safe no matter how many people are around you. I sighed as I was thinking about the homework I still have to do once I get home, not to mention laundry and cooking the food I just bought. Even though I’m used to it, it’s still tiring.
Out of the blue, I heard crying.
I looked to my right, then to my left and then back to the right.
I tried to figure out where the sound came from. I probably shouldn’t have done that and just ignore it like I ignore everything around me outside my house, but
Starship Profile: Hadrian ArrowStarship Profile: Hadrian Arrow by space-commander
Starship Name: Hadrian Arrow
Classification: Corvette (Light Corvette, Pinnace, Heavy Shuttle, etc)
Owner: Jack Ostrowsky
Length: 30 meters
In Brief: Larger than a heavy fighter, but smaller than a frigate; more than a shuttle, but less than a standard transport, the Hadrian Arrow is typical of 'starter' vessels in outlying areas of space such as the Kanangar and Sierra Sectors. While it carries just enough firepower to deter a corvette or a handful of fighters, its main asset is a relatively powerful set of shield generators which allow it to take just enough hits before evading an undesirable situation.
History: The Hadrian Arrow was purchased by Jack Ostrowsky in 9,995AD. The ship was brand-new and cost 600,000 credits, half of which was paid up front, the other half provided by a progressive low interest loan program designed to encourage ex-military pilots to work autonomously in the private sector. During the past seven years
never mindI guess it’s kind of funny, if you think about it. You always see in the movies – in the TV shows – people running and screaming and praying and stuff. That’s what Hollywood always thought it would be like. Some sort of ‘death cloud’ or something – or like an asteroid or something like that – that just happened: that just totally hit everybody by surprise.never mind by andrewpom
People have known about it for months. It’s not like in the movies. The word ‘inevitability’ comes to mind: and hey, guess what? Nobody cares to run from the inevitable. It’s pretty stupid – isn’t it, if you think about it – how people, in the movies, try to run from inevitable death. Everybody has decided what they were gonna do today weeks ago, maybe even months ago. Say goodbye to family, spend time with girlfriend, et cetera et cetera. As with the Kubler-Ross effect – or whatever it's called – p
12.20.12“You’re going through with this?” asked Clement, glancing up from the glass of brandy in his hand. It was a tradition between them, meeting and drinking and being as merry as their situations allowed, but this evening there was no merriness. A tense, grim atmosphere had descended upon them despite the luxurious setting and the city below.12.20.12 by MeadowMaiden
“Of course,” answered Haydn, standing at the window. He appeared to be surveying the city, but in truth his eyes were focused solely on the massive building beside their own. “There is little choice now, Clement. The people are expecting it. I should not disappoint them.”
He glanced over his shoulder and smiled wisely, as if he knew some great secret that Clement could never even begin to fathom. Clement hated that smile, and he averted his eyes after a moment, looking around the hotel suite. The man at the window had always loved luxury—who didn’t?
12.20.2012I walk along an empty street;12.20.2012 by iAmoret
Everyone is hiding.
It can't be true that the world is ending-
Or is it?
Confused, I take another left-
Still, no one there.
I let out a sigh and watch my breath gather.
The cold is eating me alive.
The crunching of my boots on the sparkling snow-
The only sound to be heard.
A bustling city turned into a ghost town,
All because of some ancient quacks?
But then a voice, muffled by wind.
My eyes move on from him.
I was never one to humor the crazy.
"Get a job; you're gonna wish you had one,
When the world DOESN'T end."
He yells unprintable words, flailing violently.
His words don't faze me.
The world can't end yet,
I don't want to be alone.
If ever my secret gift failed me,
I don't know what I'd do.
Three wishes in return for a good deed,
Almost, but not quite.
When asked one thing that I could wish for,
I wished I'd never die.
The end of the roomsI’m in my square room.The end of the rooms by feelomen
Tolling in a vast, black space
with other square rooms.
If an outsider would look at us
he would only see white dots
on a black canvas.
From inside my room I can see others, but I can’t get out.
I’m being retained, as if I were banging on a glass window.
Others come closer and leave again.
I can get control of my prison too,
I can approach others,
but I can’t get inside an other’s space.
The others don’t seem to be bothered
being in their room.
They aren’t aware of the room.
Am I the only one trying to get out?
Something weird happened today.
Until a couple of hours ago,
I saw everyone going on with their lives
as I’ve always seen them do.
some people became aware of their rooms.
it came very gradually.
I saw puzzled looks around me.
Not from everyone,
but from people that I regarded as sensitive or intelligent.
They sensed something even I didn’t sense.
A couple of hou
Balance"Take a step back from it all," he told me. Little did he know, I was standing on the edge of a cliff.Balance by JuliJ90809
It Began HereIt was only half past ten when she took her last breath. The doctor looked at me with fear in his eyes and said, "It won't be long now."It Began Here by SunGryphon
Scene"This relationship's a farce!" he yelled and exited angrily.Scene by SCFrankles
"That's the closet," she said and waited for him to come out.
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