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Obsidian
tags;; kiona | current mood;; neutral | height;; 17.5 hands | current activity;; talking to kiona, calling magpie
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- The huge, muscular black stallion snorted in a somewhat friendly way. "Well, Kiona," he nickered, looking down upon the beautiful mare, "nice to meet such a beauty like you." Obsidian shifted his weight as the gust of wind brushed past him, his thick black mane flowing. A small whinny echoed from the hills. The stallion twisted his ears to the direction the wind came from, before turning his large head to catch a glimpse of the obviously young wild horse. It was a little pony filly, standing fiercely upon the foot of the hill. Politely, he whinnied back, as if to call her over.

[EmilyB]

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Name: Magpie
Nickname: Maggie, Mags
Age: 6 months
Gender: Female - Filly
Breed: Fell Pony
Coat Colour: Black
Tagged: Obsidian, Kiona
Where: A hill overlooking a meadow
Feeling: Curious
Song: Let It Go - Idnina Menzel

Magpie was busy chasing a butterfly when she heard the whinny. Automatically, the little filly froze - tail drifting in the wind. The little filly slowly turned around, as if not to scare whoever it was away! Maggie's flanks quivered, and she pawed the ground tentatively with her front right hoof. She scanned the landscape carefully, to try and insure nothing escaped her eyes. At first Magpie thought it was her mother calling her, but she soon realised it wasn't. A dark stallion was stood a couple of hundred metres away, with an Appaloosa mare. He was looking at her. At first Magpie felt a little threatened; backing away slowly. But soon her curiousity got the better of her. In a bouncy trot, Mags made her way over to the two horses. She stopped when she was a couple of metres from them, feeling a little awkward...

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Name: Radical Gestures
Nickname: Raddie
Age: 5 years old
Gender: Female - Mare
Breed: Arabian
Coat Colour: Fleabitten Grey
In heat?: In the first stage
Tagged: No one
Where: By one of the rivers
Feeling: Sad
Song: If You Could See Me Now - The Script

Radical Gestures stood in the shade of an oak tree, a couple of metres away from the bank of the river. Today, the waters were calm - making a change from the fast flowing snake like rapids they usually looked like. Sighing, the fleabitten grey mare walked out of the darkness of the shade and into the sunlight, heading towards the river. She descended the bank, and walked a little way into the water - allowing the water to wash over her hooves. Raddie lowered her head to drink, flicking her tail at the flies. She opened her eyes, and looked into the water. A sadness swept over her heart, turning it into stone. Her reflection reminded her so much of her colt Night Storm, before he died tragically. If horses could cry, Raddie would be in tears. Pulling a sad smile, the Arabian mare pulled her head from the water; water droplets falling from her muzzle. The mare turned her gaze to the river. Perhaps the water will disguise my heat smell for a while...she thought to herself, and waded through the water down river. Radical Gestures had no intention of becoming pregnant when she was still grieving. A stallion that was kind and respectful enough to see that would win Radical Gesture's heart...

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Name: Defying Gravity
Nickname: None yet
Age: 4 years old
Gender: Male - Stallion
Breed: Mustang X Thoroughbred
Coat Colour: Bay
Tagged: No one
Where: The plain
Feeling: Exhilarated
Song: Wings - Little Mix

Defying Gravity stood squarely, looking at the plain. It was empty of other horses, so he wouldn't need to worry about his speed... This time any way! The buzzard above cried out; and in an answer, the bay stallion let out a whinny. Then, he lifted himself up onto his strong back legs, kicking out with his front ones. In an effort to look powerful, Defying Gravity came crashing down onto the ground and launched himself out. His legs pushed him metres in every stride. Defying Gravity's untrimmed mane flowed behind him - looking like a was banner. The buzzard glided effortlessly above his head, and the stallion followed it's every move. Through his dark eyes, Defying Gravity spotted a log a few hundred metres in front of him. Shaking his head, he picked up the pace. As soon as he was close enough, the stallion leapt off of the ground and soared over the log - looking like he was flying! When he landed, Defying Gravity turned in a tight circle; slowly going back down his paces to let his muscles cool off. When he was at a bouncing trot, the buzzard returned; sitting in the tree a couple of metres to the left of the bay thoroughbred cross.
"They don't call me Defying Gravity for nothing!" the stallion spoke to the buzzard in a jokey manner. Although he had tremendous speed, the stallion couldn't keep it up for longer than 10 minutes. And out here, stamina is everything. After letting his heart rate decrease back to normal, Defying Gravity trotted off, holding his tail up high...

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"Love is much like a wild rose,
beautiful and calm,
but willing to draw blood in its defense.”

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Meet Aleyah, A 8 year old Mustang mare, with slight mixes of quarter horse and Arabian from her parents. Her long - lost friend used to nickname her Allie, For short. Her name meaning is rather unknown, and cant be figured out. Even by her parents. Aleyah is an extremely quiet mare. Though for her adolescent age, She can be quite Stubborn or arrogant. She is rather Obedient.And doesn't mind taking the role of either a lead mare or a follower. And it takes a lot of time to make this mare Accentuated. Aleyah is an very Curious Equestrian. Though she tends to stay within the herd, and respects her herd members. Even for stallions, her Adulation Is rather Abundant. She enjoys teasing intriguing stallions, let alone flirt. Though when it comes to Foals, Which she currently has None. She Can be quite hard on them when it comes to play, though this mare never had an intention of hurting them... Her History Is quite dull. She was just Born and raised on a farm, before the owners had no more room for the mare. Therefore they just Released her. For they knew. selling her wouldn't be a happy option.

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♔Ｔｈｅ Ｂａｓｉｃｓ.♔

Name; Ezra.
Nickname; N/A.
Gender; Stallion.
Age; 10.
Breed; Overo paint.
Mares; None.


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History; This Stallion was born on a regular farm. Though as he got older, his owners decided to send him to a breeding Farm. So they did, He was a curious, mischievous stallion and always got into fights with stallions. Even if they were in separate pastures. Finally the owner had enough and kept him in a stall for a while, One day, when the owner decided to groom him, he kept to a corner, Unsatisfied with the company, and he wanted to be left alone. When the owner stepped to the side to get him out, he struck at her, Cracking her in the jaw. His days were ended there, and the owner had to let him go. So She brought someone over, and simply opened the stall. Baffled, the stallion peered at the stall door with hesitation. After several tries of pulling him out, he finally bolted away and into the woods.

Personality; As Mentioned before, Ezra is a mischievous stallion. He Enjoys taunting other stallions and annoying the crap out of them. He lingers around there herd, And even if they chase him off, he comes right back. But of course, if they move, then he would move somewhere else. But despite that, He is extremely challenging and competitive. Always willing to take mares when he gets the chance.. he Protects his mares with every piece of his heart and soul, and snakes them a good bit for occasional reasons. Ezra is a curious stallion, which causes him to lead into trouble. He Can be quite an amusement, Just to show off for mares basically. But most of the time, he can keep quiet when there is nothing to do,

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Try to discover
The road to success
And you'll seek but never find,
But blaze your own path
And the road to success
Will trail right behind."

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Rei Is this rambunctious mare's name. Yep, I Said rambunctious... Her name is japanese, and it means Soul, spirit. Her mother wanted to look for a name that meant crazy, But Rei was just fine. Her father even said so as well. This mare is currently 8 Years old, but it seems she doesn't know that, surprisingly. She is indeed a little too energetic for being 8. Don't You think? She Is an akhal - Teke. But from the looks of it, she looks to have a bit of decent warmblood in her, Which her father might've had. Now, to her personality.. You could guess that this mare was crazy. And You would be correct. This mare is a rambunctious ungulate, and can't seem to stop herself.. And she's only 8! She is an extremely curious, obnoxious mare who enjoys attention, yet she can be troublesome. She would sometimes wander too far from the herd, Though besides that, this mare never fail's to make anyones day. She is more of a follower, And she doesnt understand the concept of Lead mares and fighting for their rank. Years ago, Where she was born by a swampy area, Her mother enjoyed running and having a good time, so you could tell where she got the Genes from. Her father was quite curious and calm, and loved the mother very much... The stallion didnt have many mares, So he just kept his attention on Rei and her mother. Though an older stallion came by, Demanding Rei and her mother to join them... After the father refused, The two had a brutal fight and the father had to retreat with Horrendous, extremely critcal wounds.With that, Rei couldn't really understand what was going on, and she was terrified of the new leader... A year later, she was kicked out. Leaving her nomadic to this day.

Ｔｈｅ Ｂａｓｉｃｓ.

Name[/b] :: Pyro.
Nick name :: None.
Gender :: Stallion
Age :: 12

Ｏｎ Ｔｈｅ Ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ.

Breed :: Tennessee Walking Horse.

Personality[/b] :: Aggressive, Dominant.. Show-off... You name it. He is selfish, And thinks since he's older, he can win fights easier.. But which isn't necessarily true. He is forceful, And just plain Ferocious. to stallions that is. But to mares, he does have a soft spot for them. Even if he doesn't Show it.. He can be pretty harsh on foals.. such as colts. For he knows exactly what colts would act like when they get older. Therefore, they dont last long in his herd. But that's just the bad side of him.. The good side is that he will do everything he possibly can to keep his herd safe. And if he is in a good mood at times, he would really show his mares how much he loves them.. like they are the rock he used to build his world.
History :: W.I.P.
Ｄｉｇｇｉｎｇ Ｄｅｅｐｅｒ.

Sire :: Deceased.
Dam :: Deceased.
Foals :: a Few.. But they died throughout the winter.

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[b]Mares in Herd :: None.
Loner :: Yes.

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Obsidian
tags;; kiona | current mood;; neutral | height;; 17.5 hands | current activity;; talking to kiona, calling magpie
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- Obsidian nickered softly once more, his flowing black tail swishing from side to side. The young pony was tiny compared to him, so he lowered his head to get a better look at the little filly. "Hello, little one," he whinnied.

{{-this is the smallest post I have written in a very long time. I have writers block, and a bad one at that :I

[EmilyB]

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Name: Magpie
Nickname: Maggie, Mags
Age: 6 months
Gender: Female - Filly
Breed: Fell Pony
Coat Colour: Black
Tagged: Obsidian, Kiona
Where: A meadow
Feeling: Mixed emotions
Song: DNA - Little Mix

Magpie looked from the stallion to the mare, and back to the stallion. She looked a little comical; her head moving to and fro and to and fro. For a moment, Mags thought of turning and running. But her conscience got the better of her. He called you over here for a reason, so stop being stupid and anti-social and damn right rude! her inner thoughts screamed. Tentatively, the young Fell filly watched as the gentle stallion greeted her, stretching his neck so that they could see eye to eye. After swallowing and plucking up what little courage a young pony of her age can possible have, Maggie cleared her throat.
"H...H...Hello," she stammered, overwhelmed with shyness. The breeze wove it's fingers through her mane and tail, whispering words of encouragement in Magpie's ears. The young filly breathed out, relieved at being able to muster words out of her mouth. Shyly, Magpie started to paw her hoof on the ground; her dark eyes constantly flicking from the stallion to the mare to the floor...

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Name: Radical Gestures
Nickname: Raddie
Age: 5 years old
Gender: Female - Mare
Breed: Arabian
Coat Colour: Fleabitten Grey
In heat?: In the first stage
Tagged: No one
Where: By one of the rivers
Feeling: Sad
Song: If You Could See Me Now - The Script

Radical Gestures stood in the shade of an oak tree, a couple of metres away from the bank of the river. Today, the waters were calm - making a change from the fast flowing snake like rapids they usually looked like. Sighing, the fleabitten grey mare walked out of the darkness of the shade and into the sunlight, heading towards the river. She descended the bank, and walked a little way into the water - allowing the water to wash over her hooves. Raddie lowered her head to drink, flicking her tail at the flies. She opened her eyes, and looked into the water. A sadness swept over her heart, turning it into stone. Her reflection reminded her so much of her colt Night Storm, before he died tragically. If horses could cry, Raddie would be in tears. Pulling a sad smile, the Arabian mare pulled her head from the water; water droplets falling from her muzzle. The mare turned her gaze to the river. Perhaps the water will disguise my heat smell for a while...she thought to herself, and waded through the water down river. Radical Gestures had no intention of becoming pregnant when she was still grieving. A stallion that was kind and respectful enough to see that would win Radical Gesture's heart...

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Name: Defying Gravity
Nickname: None yet
Age: 4 years old
Gender: Male - Stallion
Breed: Mustang X Thoroughbred
Coat Colour: Bay
Tagged: No one
Where: The plain
Feeling: Exhilarated
Song: Wings - Little Mix

Defying Gravity stood squarely, looking at the plain. It was empty of other horses, so he wouldn't need to worry about his speed... This time any way! The buzzard above cried out; and in an answer, the bay stallion let out a whinny. Then, he lifted himself up onto his strong back legs, kicking out with his front ones. In an effort to look powerful, Defying Gravity came crashing down onto the ground and launched himself out. His legs pushed him metres in every stride. Defying Gravity's untrimmed mane flowed behind him - looking like a was banner. The buzzard glided effortlessly above his head, and the stallion followed it's every move. Through his dark eyes, Defying Gravity spotted a log a few hundred metres in front of him. Shaking his head, he picked up the pace. As soon as he was close enough, the stallion leapt off of the ground and soared over the log - looking like he was flying! When he landed, Defying Gravity turned in a tight circle; slowly going back down his paces to let his muscles cool off. When he was at a bouncing trot, the buzzard returned; sitting in the tree a couple of metres to the left of the bay thoroughbred cross.
"They don't call me Defying Gravity for nothing!" the stallion spoke to the buzzard in a jokey manner. Although he had tremendous speed, the stallion couldn't keep it up for longer than 10 minutes. And out here, stamina is everything. After letting his heart rate decrease back to normal, Defying Gravity trotted off, holding his tail up high...

[paradise,]

{Please excuse my absence... I've been so busy, I've also been going through some tough times.. So I'm sorry but, I just can't be on as much.}

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N A K O T A
Mare. Four. Mustang. 15.3 hands. With Zero. curious, but wary, a little nervous. Loner. No foals.
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-Shaking her head, Nakota pinned her ears and backed up few steps. Though curious, her natural personality took over. "Hello." She stated guardedly. This stallion seemed kind and exited, but was being too forward for her, so she tried to convey how she felt through body language rather than be rude. Keeping her ears pinned, she again lifted her head and shifted her weight around, swishing her tail.

[paradise,]

{FInally done! I got rid of Silent Stream, don't have time to handle four horses. So just River, Soul, & Misty are my active ones. :3 Anyone open?}

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Name ➳ Running River
Nickname ➳ River
Age ➳ Five
Gender ➳ Stallion
Height ➳ Sixteen Point Nine Hands
Breed ➳ 50% Paint 50% Mustang
Dam ➳ Sunset Rain
Sire ➳ Running Power
Foals ➳ None Yet
Band stallion ➳ Himself
Rank ➳ Bachelor
Brothers ➳ Unknown
Sisters ➳ Misty Rain
Hoof colour ➳ Cream
Mane colour ➳ Black & White
Coat colour ➳ Brown & White Paint

➳ ｐｅｒｏｎａｌｉｔｙ
If you could sum up Running River in one word, it would be cocky. He is a total showoff, very boastful, prideful, pretty much the exact opposite of humble. He thinks very highly of himself, "How could a mare ever say no to me?" is his outlook on obtaining mares. He will definitely talk your ear off, you can count on that. When you overlook his pride, he is a very nice stallion on the inside, he just refuses to show it. He can be very compassionate, also taking in every word you say. He got his pridefulness from his sire, he was the king of cocky. His dam however was very sweet and caring which is probably why he is like that underneath the pride. Another thing is that he tries to act very fearless when underneath he is a total scaredy cat. Now, this could be a good outlook because, he has to protect his herd from danger. River is always trying to be someone he's not, he tries to be a replica of his sire, he felt he was the best herd leader ever. So, if you ever meet River, try and stand for his cockyness because, he is a total sweetheart underneath.

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Running River has had an alright past, some parts are tragic though. As you know he was born into Running Power's herd, his mother gave birth to him on a warm spring day. He first met his sire and he immediately loved his personality. RIver strived to be like his sire, copied every little thing he did. His sire often let him lead the herd to small areas such as the water holes and shelter. He leaned a lot from his sire and he was sad to go when he was kicked out of the herd. But, he now definitely leads his sire's generation. Soon after being kicked out of the herd, River acquired a beautiful mare by the name of Indian Song. Oh, how he loved her, he poured his heart out to her, showed her the inside that no one else saw. One cold winter day, Song gave birth to a beautiful filly. Sadly the cold was too harsh for the filly and her mother because they both froze that winter day. River was very depressed, not caring what happened to his life after that point on. The next spring he only perked up a bit when he covered some mares form a stallion's herd. He is still alone to now, in search of another amazing mare like Song.

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Running River is a very handsome stallion, which he has said multiple times before. He is very lean and muscular, his muscles protruding from his body. He is a very tall stallion, towering over most mares and stallions. He has close to no scars along his body, only one small one along his hind legs when a wolf pack attacked Song and himself. He has a lovely paint coat with some interesting markings along his body. He has a black and white mane which is not uncommon for the paint breed to have. His mane and tail are thick, also at a medium length.

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Name ➳ Restless Soul
Nickname ➳ Soul
Age ➳ Four
Gender ➳ Mare
Height ➳ Fiveteen Point One Hands
Breed ➳ 50% Warmblood 50% Mustang
Dam ➳ Angel From Heaven
Sire ➳ Unknown
Foals ➳ None Yet
Band stallion ➳ None Yet
Rank ➳ Lone Mare
Brothers ➳ Unknown
Sisters ➳ Unknown
Hoof colour ➳ Two Cream & Two Black
Mane colour ➳ Black
Coat colour ➳ Dark Bay

➳ ｐｅｒｏｎａｌｉｔｙ
Restless Soul's name pretty much states her personality. Her soul is never restless, she is a very hyper mare, always in the mood to romp around. If you meet her she will always be teasing you or trying to play. She is a joy to have around but, she can get pretty annoying sometimes. She gets on your nerves pretty easily. Other than playing, she can be a very sweet and funny mare. She loves running around, her favorite pastime than playing. One thing she loves more than romping is having attention. She is a very flirty mare and loves teasing the stallions. She always tried to bring attention to herself which isn't hard, she is a very pretty mare. Once you meet Soul, there's no turning back. She will wrap herself around your heart and never leave, only loyal to her one and only band stallion.

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Restless Soul had a pretty normal wild horse past. She was born into her sire's small herd. She had not acquired his name just yet because just a week after she was born, her dam brought her back to the herd. Then out of nowhere, a bachelor came bolting out of the woods and straight at her and her dam! She was so terrified, her sire tried to fight against the bachelor but, the bachelor was much older and stronger. Perhaps he wasn't a bachelor after all because after he had taken Soul and her dam, plus a few other mares, they returned to his large herd. Soul was overwhelmed, there was about twenty mares and a lot of foals. She clung to her dam's side the whole time then, one sunny day, her dam made an escape, leaving Soul behind. She was devastated, how dare she leave me to be with this stallion? But, she learned to live with him and grew fond of all of the attention. She was a very pretty filly and grew to be a beautiful young mare. But, she decided to leave one day, to find another bachelor, make his life better. She left and raced off into the forest, never to be found again. Perhaps the stallion didn't even see her flee, he did have about twenty mares. She now lives on her own, searching for the perfect stallion.

➳ ｐｈｙｓｉｃａｌ ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
Restless Soul is a very pretty mare, her features help her stand out. She is a very slim mare, not looking very muscular. But, she can run pretty fast for a long while, surprisingly. Soul isn't that tall, a normal height for mustangs. She doesn't have any scars on her body, making her look very innocent. She has a lovely dark bay coat, not very thick so its pretty cold in the winter. She has a short mane and tail, black being its color.

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Name ➳ Misty Rain
Nickname ➳ Misty
Age ➳ Three
Gender ➳ Mare
Height ➳ Fourteen Point Six Hands
Breed ➳ Mustang
Dam ➳ Sunset Rain
Sire ➳ Running Power
Foals ➳ None Yet
Band stallion ➳ None Yet
Rank ➳ Lone Mare
Brothers ➳ Running River
Sisters ➳ Unknown
Hoof colour ➳ Cream
Mane colour ➳ Chestnut
Coat colour ➳ Brown And White Paint

➳ ｐｅｒｏｎａｌｉｔｙ
Misty Rain is very much like a wallflower, always going along with anything said. She will never be a leader, always a follower, that will never change. She is very quiet, only speaking when needed. She hates attention, very much unlike her brother, Running River. She has always felt lower than everyone, they always put her down. She has always felt under her big brother's shadow, obeying everything he said. She hates him, well not him but his big ego. But, she had always seemed to be hanging onto every single word he spoke. If you can actually get Misty to talk, you will definitely regret it. She is very cold, never wanting to help someone in need. But, thats just the thing, she wants to help but, she never does because of what happened to her. Other horses always think of her as a stuck-up little brat which is the exact opposite of her personality. Juts because she doesn't talk doesn't mean she doesn't care, its just her way of life. So, if you ever meet Misty Rain, be prepared for the most shy mare you have ever met but, also a very cold mare. She just needs some love, someone who makes her feel like she has a purpose.

➳ ｐａｓｔ
Misty Rain has lived the life of a queen... Who had everything taken away from her. She was born on the same day her brother was born, two years before her. He wasn't a half sibling, he was her full brother. He was always pushing her around, only being the good brother when their dam was around. Their sire didn't care, he liked it when River pushed her around, he said it built character but, not for Misty. It put her down, made her feel less than she already felt. She was always alone, some thought she was insane, always talking to herself. She always lagged behind the herd, not liking attention. One day, Misty got attacked by two wolves. No one even looked to her, no one cared if she died. It really put a cold spot in her heart, made her feel no pain anymore. So, she left, not glancing at anyone as she fled. She didn't care if she died, its not like anyone would come looking for her. No one would even shed one tear for her, no one cared. Misty is still alone, still feeling worthless.

➳ ｐｈｙｓｉｃａｌ ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
Misty Rain is a very pretty young mare, her chestnut and white paint coat making her stand out. All of the stallions vie for her attention, which she hates. She is a very thin, lean mare, built for speed. She has multiple scars along her body, from the wolf attack. They cover her hind legs, also a long, deep scar along her flank. Misty is a pretty short mare, only standing at fourteen point six hands. She has a chestnut mane and tail, medium length.

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