UPDATE

 the part of Lemmon Ave where the ashrams was in Dallas now looks like this 

see previous post

2 Years in a US Yoga Ashram: Hardly anyone has written first hand about the counterculture of the 1960s and 70s. So here I go with my contribution

"I used to teach intermediate Hatha, do you believe it?" I said to my new in-home physical therapist and winced getting up from my chair. I continued, "the ashram I lived in was run by the guru from India who opened Woodstock, do you know who I mean?"

She stopped in sudden interest "Yeah I do know who you mean," she said. "I've seen the video." 

In that moment I realized, I've experienced so much stuff that people now only vaguely know about, as hardly anyone has written first hand about the counterculture of the 60s and 70s. So here I go with my contribution. [shot above is an IYI yoga class in '70s ny]

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Summer 1969 I recovered from taking more than 100 LSD trips over three months in Laguna Beach by returning to my parents' home in Temple City.

Once I was able to hold a metal fork close to my teeth without vibrating, my dad said I had to get a job, so soon, like him, I was riding the commuter bus transit to downtown LA and back everyday. 

if you needed a job back then, you just opened the newspaper to the want ads in the back, if you could type there were pages of clerical jobs. I think in my lifetime I got 20 different jobs by just opening the paper and calling the place, showing up, showing them I could type and speak in sentences, and next day I'd be sitting in their front office answering phones and typing for the bosses. No one ever asked for a background check back then; they just assumed you weren't a criminal because you were functioning in the world, but that's getting off on a side trip.

It used to be really easy to find a job even if you were just coming off spending a few months deep in the Canyon outside the Leary ranch with a bunch of freaks like you who thought he was some kind of hero holy man, and dropping daily tabs of Orange Sunshine. 

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Lunch break downtown LA wandering through a bookstore, there was Mark who had been the director of a play I was in a year earlier before I ran away from Hollywood. 

"You should go to the yoga ashram," he said when he learned I was living in my high school bedroom, and described a place in the Hollywood Hills where you could rent a dorm style space in a room and be a student, that they had group meals and it sounded great. Within a few days I had moved in to Swami Satchidananda's Integral Yoga ashram in the Hollywood Hills just above Cahuenga, a mansion to live in and learn an ancient Hindi monastic lifestyle.

I would walk down to the Barham Boulevard and 101 bus stop and ride downtown and back everyday, and come home to a house full of people chanting, saying Hari om Hari om Hari Om as you walked in. I can find the house on Google Maps I bet.

101 freeway and Barham Boulevard Los Angeles map search: 

There it is the big house on Knoll Drive, that squat structure next to it wasn't there before. It still has the really long backyard with another structure on it, and there it is that brown structure that same structure.

You can see how I walked all the way around up to Lake Hollywood Boulevard to Barham and then down to the freeway at Cahuenga to catch the bus back and forth from the yoga ashram to my clerical job downtown. 

I wanted to be like most the other people in the ashram mansion and not have a job just live there, so after a while I quit going downtown LA everyday and just expected the place to support me and it did for a while 

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Remember I am a pedophile priest victim from age 5-6, and in my early twenties, I wanted to be in some religion; so I embraced this paradigm that Swami Sachidananda had created, adapting ancient yoga tenets to the needs of 1960s American post adolescents. 

He went from opening Woodstock and kick starting a spiritual movement that attached itself to the rock and roll movement of the time, to opening a string of ashrams across the country- good for him and enterprising. 

Remember, I'm a pedophile Catholic priest victim who had stuffed the memory and was living in a state of endless frenzy, in 1996 my diagnosis was PTSD since age 5, but in 1960 to 1969-73, this period, I did not make the connection between Father Horne's fingers ding-diddling me at age 5 and this Relentless sexual drive I had that would not stop.

So, here I was in an ashram in the Hollywood Hills surrounded by kids mostly from New York, the elders wearing long white robes a lot like the Arab guys who had almost bought me from my kidnappers in Paris in 1966. That story is oh this blog several places...

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My sexual confusion since Age 5 led me to have a very strange experience with one of the guys from New York who ran the LA ashram- I'm not going to publish his name. He kind of chased me through those backyard trees to that little hut structure at the end of the property overlooking Cahuenga, and we had an encounter that lasted maybe 15 seconds and ended with his abrupt ejaculation and a week or so later my abrupt evacuation from the ashram.

I don't think anyone told me to leave, the vibe was just so bad from every other person there.

You weren't supposed to have sex at a yoga ashram but suddenly here I was doing it in their sacred backyard; and no one seemed to notice it wasn't me that initiated it, or if I did I didn't know it, it was just what I did instinctually and what happened to me everywhere I went.

With PTSD you hear a lot about re-traumatization, and all the way up until a few years ago I was still getting re-traumatized without even asking for it. Most people call that rape; to me it was just my life of endless gang-bangs, and I always survived. I picked myself up, dusted myself off, and went on to the next adventure. 

Somehow I always survived. 

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About a week after my hot encounter with the wild-haired white-robed New York guru kid in the LA ashram backyard, I packed my stuff into a duffel bag and headed for Alaska. Out of the blue I announced to everyone I'm going to Alaska and no one stopped me.

I really liked living there. It was celebrity yoga. Since so many upcoming performers lived in the nearby hills, they'd often come for our Feast dinners where we laid out a huge amount of vegetarian Indian looking food. The actresses always walked around with almost empty plates. 

One day a girl who looked a lot like me showed up with a stack of hand written sheet music, sat down at the piano, and played songs from her upcoming album which was called Tapestry; so I got to hear Carole King play that wonderful music before almost anyone else heard it, in the short time I lived there. 

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Instead of Alaska I ended up in San Francisco where I stayed at the Swami's ashram and heard about a festival coming up in Boulder called the holy man jam. I packed up everything I was carrying, including a portable typewriter, back into my Army Surplus duffel bag, and Hitch hiked to Colorado.

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RELATED: Wednesday, June 17, 2020

I used to be called Sunshine.

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By Kay Ebeling

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A huge rain cloud approached, threatening to end the day at Holy Man Jam, Boulder Colorado August 1970.  I jumped up on the stage shouting, "I'll dance the rain away" and, as I put all the power I could find inside into my moves, the clouds did indeed blow away. The crowd called out, "You are Sunshine, your name should be Sunshine." I floated off stage and the name just stuck. 

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From August 1970 to mid-1976 my name was "Sunshine," me, the cantankerous old woman who just wrote "MAGA: Let a large portion of U.S. population die from Covid, it'll get rid of all the fricking traffic" sounding and looking as grumpy and ill tempered as those words imply.  I used to be called Sunshine.

Who was I then? Summer 1970, I had lived the previous months at the Integral Yoga Institute "ashram" in L.A., a minefield of...

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Story continued-

At the holy man Jam I connected with the yogis who were starting the Swami's ashram in Dallas and they said come on with us and so I did; and that's how I ended up living in Texas for the next 15 years.

Ah those days back when, oh that period of time when everything could be spontaneous and it was so easy to run away from your scandals and start over in a new place, although I actually brought the scandals with me always. I won't even write what I did in the car on the way from Boulder to Dallas, no one needs to hear that. 

Texas in late summer meant getting out of that steaming car and walking over 110° hot parking lot to enter a grocery store, the doors open, and that Rush of air conditioning just phew completely cools you off. 

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Okay I'll write what happened in the backseat of that car and post it anyway as who gives a Flying F what anybody thinks.

In the front seat were 3 guys 2 who ran the yoga ashram in Dallas and in the back seat was me squeezed in with three other people. As we rode across America, the guy next to me slipped his hand into my underwear and finger banged me and I didn't stop him, I just tried not to move around too much so no one would notice, but of course everyone noticed.

But no one said a word. 

Those same two guys from the front seat were running the yoga ashram that I went to live in on Lemmon Avenue in Dallas.

[Wow there he is Ishwara, far right here with with Swamiji at Woodstock, he ran the IYI Ashram in Dallas. I'm pretty sure the girl next to him lived in the LA Ashram when I was there and she was also a cast member of HAIR!

Let me see if I can find the Dallas ashram house on Google Maps too Search Lemmon Avenue in Dallas Texas 

Wow, you cannot recognize it at all. Lemmon Avenue at Inwood used to be a quiet two lane Street lined with trees and big five- and six-bedroom houses like the one the Swami was using for his yoga ashram, in the late 1960s. But I went to Google maps to find it and it's now a four-lane highway covered with rapid traffic, where the ashram used to be is now a car wash or a mall who can tell; there are no houses anywhere nearby, but a couple of block style apartment buildings.

Man, humans have really destroyed this planet with their freaking cars and when you get right down to it, our dependence on the car led to the whole lifestyle that made humans so dependent on oil for everything.

Suburbs, streets where a human can't walk, the loss of personal interaction. Now your neighbor is just someone who gives you road rage. 

It's kind of ironic and kind of a balancing of universal karma that today the USA is falling mainly because of that dependence on oil. 

Americans are still holding on to their steering wheels as the waves of fire and flood rush over us. I'm glad to be leaving this planet soon]

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On a side note, I don't include the sex stuff in this Memoir because I'm bragging or I think it was so cool and everyone else should do it too.

I would have never behaved this way if a Catholic priest hadn't been finger banging me and arousing me from age 5 to 6, and these promiscuous experiences were not glorious and wonderful; they were humiliating and embarrassing and the reason I had to keep packing up and moving from places, because I was often a perpetrator, I did something that made them all come at me that way. I don't know what I was doing but it was not forced, it wasn't rape, I never did it for cash or quid pro quo I was NOT a prostitute, it was just me turned loose on the world aroused at age 5 and then in my early twenties to forties not being able to stop. 

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One time my sister Patricia who was also a victim of Fr Horne and I were talking, in our adult lives we only had about three short periods of time where we even spoke to each other, and in one of our conversations she said to me,

"Whenever I see a love scene or any Intimacy in a movie, I have to fast forward past it as I can't stand to watch it."

I knew exactly what she meant.  

Because of the way we lived, our lives driven by premature sexualization by pedophile priest Father Thomas Barry Horne-y, no one wanted to be intimate with us for any amount of time.  

I don't think I even said it to her then, but I also have to fast forward through love scenes because they remind me so much of what I never got to experience.

It still happens today. but now I have curiosity as I see in a movie how one rape one time affects one normal human being in a film, and just shake my head at what was done to me and how it caused me to end up arriving at age 78 with a bad case of floppy vagina 

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I lived in the Dallas ashram for almost a year, I paid my way by running the kitchen and so ended up learning to be a vegetarian Chef although nobody called me that. I was the House Mother. Sometimes there were as many as 28 people there and I whipped up the brown rice and sauteed vegetables with grated cheese, same meal almost every night, and got really good at it. I also baked bread from scratch and used old yogurt to foment new yogurt in a massive boiling pot, stirring carefully. I made lunches for the working yogis to take with then in the AMs.

Then everyone living there but me voted to take vows of brahmacharya, which means renouncing all sensual pleasures, so I ran away with the guy who delivered the 50-lb sacks of brown rice, had his baby, and landed in Austin Texas with my guitar trying to make a living and raise my kid by myself, chasing his father who after a short period of time with me also didn't want me around.

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It's hard to believe that after all this time and these experiences and realizing what they did to me, I still wish I could go to Catholic church now and then, as I miss it. 

I miss the experience that I got at both Catholic Mass and during group meditations at the ashrams. To this day I wonder if my spiritual experiences are real or just me still reeling from what happened to me by the fingers of that perverted Catholic priest between my legs when I was 5 years old.

And since there's absolutely no support organization left to support the pedo priest survivors, it's inevitable that Catholic priests molesting children is still going on and will continue on; because people of Earth are not inherently decent, they fall to evil urges way too easily. I can't wait to get off this planet 

Decades after the ashrams, I still love to cook, but I'm only now learning how to prepare meat, and I love it 

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Meanwhile, I am not sick and dying, I'm just feeling empathy for the planet so this memoir has the working title: Empathy for the Earth 

The Swami had a stump speech so to speak. I went along sometimes when he made public appearances, and he almost always spoke about the day he opened the Woodstock festival and led a mass group meditation in front of that huge crowd of people.

He repeated the story often, saying that you could never do that in India. Because in India people wouldn't sit still that long especially in a huge crowd and the Swami would marvel about how that huge crowd at the Woodstock Festival meditated in silence for several minutes.  

Oh how our nation has changed since then. Today we are so kardashianated it would be hard to find people who could sit in meditation for any period of time at an outdoor music festival.

When I say I lived an unusual life I mean I was right in the middle of so much stuff. It had a lot to do with being finger banged by a Catholic priest at age 5. That caused me to be a sort of Twisted Sexual Forrest Gump. I had this compulsion, especially for men with some connection to the sky either through religion or flying high performance aircraft. 

I ended up going to college at Austin because I had that baby to support and then ended up in Houston working at NASA, mostly because of that same compulsion. So I have more chapters to write of this little saga, stay tuned

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The thing is even at the ashram people made a misconnection between the exciting energy spirituality creates in your body and the  exciting energy of sexual arousal. I mean, the same people who were renouncing sin and sensuality as novices in the ashram would still chase me around like that Mad Man yoga executive on Knoll Drive in the Hollywood Hills ashram, chasing me through the backyard and then out of the ashram afterwards. 

I look back at my life and I was always running away after some scandalous episode, always always always, and that's how I ended up living on $1,300 a month in subsidized housing today. writing my life story hoping someone will recognize its value and buy the rights to produce it as a limited series. 

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That beautiful neighborhood there's no sign of anymore, Lemmon Avenue in Dallas where the ashram used to be, the street was lined with houses like the Swami's.

Large two-story Old South Style homes with high ceilings, huge windows, and lots of shade trees and porches, they were so soothingly comfortable, even on the hottest Dallas days; no air conditioning just architecturally orchestrated breezes through your home. 

Back then you could walk from Lemmon Ave through sort of open country to Turtle Creek and listen to it babble.

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This fits in here somewhere https://cityofangels25.blogspot.com/2026/09/dialogue-for-movie-made-of-my-life.html 

screenshots are from https://www.woodstock.com/remembering-swami-satchidananda/ and this video 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8MpRSPneHs&t=94s

Wednesday, June 17, 2020

I used to be called Sunshine.

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By Kay Ebeling

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A huge rain cloud approached, threatening to end the day at Holy Man Jam, Boulder Colorado August 1970.  I jumped up on the stage shouting, "I'll dance the rain away" and, as I put all the power I could find inside into my moves, the clouds did indeed blow away. The crowd called out, "You are Sunshine, your name should be Sunshine." I floated off stage and the name just stuck. 

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From August 1970 to mid-1976 my name was "Sunshine," me, the cantankerous old woman who just wrote "MAGA: Let a large portion of U.S. population die from Covid, it'll get rid of all the fricking traffic" sounding and looking as grumpy and ill tempered as those words imply.  I used to be called Sunshine.

Who was I then? Summer 1970, I had lived the previous months at the Integral Yoga Institute "ashram" in L.A., a minefield of...

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Background for How I got the name Sunshine, Part 2 of My Life Story coming shortly

At the Holy Man Jam
Background (Finally finished the story in May 2020 here https://cityofangels25.blogspot.com/2020/06/i-used-to-be-called-sunshine.html )

Tuesday, February 7, 2023

Searching for Other Sunshines

I used to be called "Sunshine." From 1970-1976 that was my name. There were a handful of Sunshines floating around love-ins and communes at that time. I am now Searching for others who got that name in that era to compare stories, maybe write a book. Any Sunshines out there?

more memories to come as the Nudges urge me 

eternal journalist saga https://cityofangels25.blogspot.com/2026/09/eternal-journalist-saga.html

COrreCTIOn 

 the part of Lemmon Ave where the ashrams was in Dallas now looks like this 

Preview- the Swami who opened Woodstock

Coming soon- first entry of Empathy for the Planet about the 2 years I lived in an Integral Yoga Institute ashram 1969 to 71.

I just started writing it this morning to post this afternoon but don't want to rush so, coming soon.

EMPATHY for wha'?

https://cityofangels25.blogspot.com/2026/09/kay-ebeling-in-tahoe-36s-im-not-sick.html

Saturday, October 3, 2026

more to come- I had a really unusual life. https://cityofangels25.blogspot.com/2026/10/more-to-come-unusual-life.html

more to come- I had a really unusual life.

They say when you're dying, your life passes before your eyes rapidly. Well I guess that's kind of what's happening to me, I'm dying slowly and as I sit here one after another one weird event I experienced plays through my mind, and I had a really unusual life. This could go on for a while. Jimmy Carter was in hospice for 3 years. So now that several hours every day are taken up with Home Health nurses doing several wonderful things, the energy I need to produce climate change posts isn't there anymore. I am age 78 and someone else will get this information out, I can step back for a while. So I think for now and in the coming weeks and months- Who knows how long- when another one of those events pops into my head, I'm going to go to my Google Docs and voice type it out; and then edit of course or else you could have some really funny mistakes. One thing I can say now is for the first time in decades I'm able to turn off the noise and listen to The Silence, something I used to do back in the '60s when I lived in the yoga ashram. more to come

I need new pictures to grab screenshots from Stay tuned

Hmm

No matter how wonderful this blog is, I'm most proud of my work at CityofAngels12.blogspot.com and the numbers below it, 3 through 12, where I exposed and documented the crimes of Catholic pedophile priests, in spite of everything the Vatican and Bishops did to keep them hidden, for eternity.

As everything goes digital, criminals are finding new ways to get to people down here on the ground where no one is paying attention. 

09 29 25 Spain flash floods Seattle wildfires 1 year ago today posts at Heating Planet blog

Seattle fire first, Spain flash flood below- one year ago today

Sugarloaf, Labor Mountain still burning, Bear Gulch wildfire gets rain- KING 5 Seattle video n transcript at Heating Planet blog

Mandatory evacuation orders are in place near Cashmere this hour as the Sugarloaf fire is still burning near Leavenworth. It has grown to nearly 40,000 acres and then just south of there, the Labor Mountain fire is also growing. It has burned more than 35,000 acres. Blewett Pass still closed through that area. And those living near the Bear Gulch fire in Mason County are celebrating the fact that they can breathe fresh air again. 

WATCH: Rain brings relief to Bear Gulch Fire crews, neighbors, KING 5 Seattle evening news report Sep 29 2025

Transcripts here for readers writers and researchers

Mandatory evacuation orders are in place near 0:02 Kashmir this hour as the Sugarloaf fire, 0:04 that's the lower Sugarloaf fire is burning near Leavenworth. 0:08 It has grown to nearly 40,000 acres 0:11 and then just south of there, 0:12 the

Spain sudden 30-min downpour- waterfalls on staircases, streets turned to rivers- Valencia WATCH MD7 video n transcript at Heating Planet blog

In just thirty minutes, the rainfall reached approximately 50 liters per square meter, saturating the city. This spell of intense rainfall has raised alarm among authorities and residents, as well as causing large waterfalls on staircases and destroying streets  WATCH: Chaos strikes Europe again! Monster flash floods in Spain shock the world

ANOTHER sudden hydro meteorological event in 2025 

Transcripts here for readers writers and researchers

TRANSCRIPT: Spain, Europe, September 30, 2025.. 0:37 A powerful downpour spread significantly across various areas of Cullera (Valencia 0:43 province) in just half an hour, creating veritable rivers over the streets and 0:48 trapping vehicles

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Monday, September 29, 2025

No hoax, no con job, after extreme weather events shown at Heating Planet blog in the coming months, everyone will see global warming, climate change is very real.

Sept 30 and later posts soon...

Global Flood 14 India & Nepal-Sep 28 CNBC-TV18 video & 22 screenshots; Kali Gandaki River- Ongoing series at Heating Planet Blog

Heavy rain, floods and landslides have killed 56 people in India, while 14 have died and 11 are missing in Nepal. Authorities warned of more flash floods in 49 Nepali districts as major Indian rivers flow above danger levels.

Sep 28 video report & 22 screenshots; 14th in Global Flood series at Heating Planet Blog

VIDEO:  Floods & Landslides Kill 56 In India, 14 In Nepal | Nepal’s Kali Gandaki River Sep 28 

CNBC-TV18 from India since 2007

22 screenshots 

for this video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rHjQl5GX3nQ&t=31s

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Global flooding series videos & images ongoing now at Heating Planet Blog

I am covering floods happening all over the planet right now. It was going to be three or four posts but thereare more and more incidents.  So this is now an ongoing series https://cityofangels25.blogspot.com/2026/09/global-flooding-blog-series-heating.html

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Bangkok submerged market shoppers struggle in 300MM torrential rain- moneycontrol channel Sep 28 video report & 22 screenshots; 13th in Global flood series at Heating Planet Blog

Inundated streets in the Thai capital were transformed into makeshift floating markets on Monday (September 28) as severe monsoon flooding continued to paralyze everyday life across Bangkok. In the hard-hit Bangkapi district, vendors waded through knee-deep waters to sell fish, vegetables, and basic groceries from floating foam boxes and plastic tubs after torrential rainfall swamped local shopping plazas. The Bangkok Metropolitan Administration declared the capital a disaster-affected zone following nearly 300 millimeters (12 inches) of rainfall over 48 hours, part of a broader weather crisis that has impacted 41 provinces nationwide, affected over 580,000 households, and claimed at least eight lives.

Local business owners report daily losses exceeding 3,000 baht ($90 USD) as fixed costs persist despite severe foot traffic disruptions. Authorities continue emergency relief and drainage operations while residents brace for further rainfall.

VIDEO: THAILAND FLOOD CRISIS: 300MM Rain Submerges Bangkok, Emergency Declared Across 41 Provinces Sep 28

moneycontrol Channel from India since 2006 

22 screenshots from this video 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OO467O0Ih9M

video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OO467O0Ih9M

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I post screen shots because, like printed words in transcripts, digital pictures last forever whereas videos can be disappeared.

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Global flooding series videos & images ongoing now at Heating Planet Blog

I am covering floods happening all over the planet right now. It was going to be three or four posts but thereare more and more incidents.  So this is now an ongoing series https://cityofangels25.blogspot.com/2026/09/global-flooding-blog-series-heating.html

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