BONSAI

'a journal of haiku & other small poems'

Edited by:

Shanaya Chowdhury & Shaan

Published by:
The 13 Alphabet - Magazine

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 Editor's Note

Hello everyone,
Greetings from ''The 13 Alphabet- Magazine'' and first let us
thanks to all of you for your thundering response on our spring
issue. It was our first attempt and your response encouraged us
to take some extra efforts for 1st issue of "Bonsai".

As you all know what is Bonsai and our work is also same like
bonsai. We also trying to bring huge and beautiful world of haiku
poetry under our sky with your precious help, it's an honor to
publish your poems through our journal.

Because of your contribution we've managed to come long way

and with the help of yours we'll walk miles. The beautiful journey
has just begun and we're sailing, trying to get as many as pearls
we can get from your sea of poetry.

Thank you again. It isn't just a word but our all feelings are
quenched in this word for your love & support. Our door is
always open for your comment or any kind of suggestion. Feel
free to be in touch with us. So, See you next time...

- Shanaya Chowdhury, Veer Kulkarni & Shaan

(Barishal, Bangladesh)
 (i)

TABLE OF CONTENTS
Haiku & Senryu

01 Christina Chin 23 Greg Sellers

02 Ayaskanta Mohapatra 24 Julie Gomez
03 Winston Plowes 25 Arik Benedek-Chaviv
04 Pat Geyer 26 Katy Huth Jones
05 Steve McG 27 Rehn Kovacic
06 Sally Clark 28 David J Kelly
07 Mallory Rowe 29 Peter Adair
08 Angiola Inglese 30 Somayajulu Musunuri
09 Eve Lyons 31 Julie de Belle
10 Kate Alsbury 32 Goran Gatalica
11 Lucy Whitehead 33 Lucia Cardillo
12 Slobodan Pupovac 34 Ambre Burt
13 Joan McNerney 35 Florin Golban
14 Jane Blanchard 36 Helen May Williams
15 Lisa Stice 37 Linda M. Crate
16 J. Farina 38 Michael Walker
17 D.V.Rozic 39 Christopher Stolle
18 Ben Grafström 40 Sravani Singampalli
19 Eileen Sateriale 41 Jake Cosmos Aller
20 Shayla Hawkins 42 Joe Woodhouse
21 Ranjana kashyap 43 Zvonimir Penovic
22 Blessed Ayeyame 44 Margherita Petriccione

45 Molly Murray
46 Amanda R. Woomer
47 JB Mulligan
48 Bishnu Charan Parida
49 Sujata Paul
50 Ashutosh Meher
51 Małgorzata Formanowska
52 Terry Sisti Maria Teresa
53 David Subacchi
54 Mniko Chacha
55 Marc J Cid
56 Nina Kovačić
57 Scott Hughes
58 Brianne Bowman
59 Elizabeth Cockle
60 Alyssa Trivett
61 Antonietta Losito
62 Ram Krishna Singh
63 Zee Mink-Fuller
64 Viv Brady
65 Terry Wheeler
66 Marilyn Ashbaugh
67 Juliet Tamara Simpson
68 Karen Downs-Barton
(ii)
Haiga, Haibun &
Other small poems
69 Smitha Vishwanath
70 Mihovila Čeperić-Biljan
72 Smudge
73 Winston Plowes
75 Marilyn Ashbaugh
76 Christina Chin
77 Alexander Radison
78 Antonietta Losito
79 Tia Haynes
80 David J Kelly
81 David Jibson
82 Zee Mink-Fuller
83 Juliet Tamara Simpson
84 Madhu Jaiswal
85 Terry Wheeler
86 Blessed Ayeyame
87 Basant Kumar Das
88 Tia Haynes
89 Muhammad Khalid Khan
90 Elizabeth Cockle
91 Larisa Rzhepishevska
92 Jagari Mukherjee
94 Andy Lewis
96 Publication Calendar
 1

sleeping buddha
magpie song
penetrates solemn chants

______________________

toddler’s first
pool dive
mother holds her breath

- Christina Chin
(Kuching, Malaysia)
 2

spring's last letter

eyes get teary
summer sets in

_____________________

may's magic
gives mohua dream
eternal kiss

_____________________

scarlet hue
preaches salvation
lost in desire

- Ayaskanta Mohapatra
(Sundargarh, India)
 3

going to bed now

your smile under my pillow
arms getting wider

- Winston Plowes
(Hebden Bridge, UK)
 4

hieroglyph sounds
on an Egyptian cave wall-
sacred ink texts

______________________

hearing his stammer

mom eats all s's and z's-
his alphabet soup

- Pat Geyer
(East Brunswick, NJ, USA)
 5

catch the falling vase

hold it for a moment, then
watch it slip away

- Steve McG
(Blackpool, Great Britain)
 6

white-winged doves
startled into flight
surprising rising

_____________________

in barren tree branches

two mourning doves
build their nest

- Sally Clark
(Texas, USA)
 7

dark clouds overhead

morphing into winged omens
diving for my breast

___________________________

last year decaying

in the arms of the present
while stars hold their gaze

____________________________

the moon moved downward

and crashed into the bluest
part of the ocean

- Mallory Rowe
(Tallahassee, Florida, USA)
 8

roundness-
in the apple basket
full moon

____________________

shades of blue-
for how long again
the color of the sea

- Angiola Inglese
(Pederobba, Tv, Italy)
 9

cut corn stalks turn brown

all things must come to an end-
our sunflowers wilt

__________________________

hot day in the park

broken fountain disappoints
slide, swings, and snacks don't

__________________________

foggy sun setting

family eats together
fawns come out to graze

- Eve Lyons
(Milton, Massachusetts, USA)
 10

steadied for attack

an eagle's outstretched wings
signal victory

________________________

sensuous evening—
young rain tree leaves
always first to bed

- Kate Alsbury
(NYC, USA)
 11

suddenly my breath
breathes itself, the world pauses
there is no one there

- Lucy Whitehead
(Southend on Sea, UK)
 12

gentle touches
shadows of tremulous leaves
down the old road

________________________

old chimney nest

the first jump
in the blue sky

- Slobodan Pupovac
(Zagreb, Croatia)
 13

shy autumnal bird

did you brush against the moon
to get that pale down?

_____________________________

it is the white hour

between deep night and soft dawn-
even the wren stares

____________________________

what does this cat think

strumming his tail with such ease
to these fugues of bach?

- Joan McNerney
(New York, USA)
 14

bee-loved jasmine
tiny off-white pinwheels of
not-so-subtle scent

- Jane Blanchard
(Georgia, USA)
 15

all is gray this day—

leafless maple, sky before
snow, tea in my cup

________________________

this dappled night sky

broth simmered for millennia-
I drink it tonight

_________________________

small girl with small dog

she says, he makes me braver
milkweed seed with breeze

- Lisa Stice
(Hampstead, NC, USA)
 16

a book of poems
the soul of a dreamer
possesses me

______________________

eagle's talons
field mice cower
under fallen blossoms

- J. Farina
(Sarnia, Ontario, Canada)
 17

the notice period-

a flock of crows pushing down
a centennial oak

________________________

still waiting for him

rarely a raindrop falls
onto a grass blade

__________________________

the end of tunnel-

under a street lamp I soar
among the snowflakes

- D.V.Rozic
(Ivanic-Grad, Croatia)
 18

sad contemplation—
staring at the rain
through the coffee shop window

____________________________

chirping sparrows
playing in young green foliage
cups filled with sake

- Ben Grafström
(Akita, Japan)
 19

young buds bursting bloom

new born bird alights on branch
birth of spring season

____________________________

setting sun shadow

crabs and fish relax on waves
seagulls soar shore side

____________________________

warm weather marshes

attract pesky greenhead flies
harass sun seekers

- Eileen Sateriale
(Methuen, MA, United States)
 20

watercolor sky
a mind as clear and hopeful
as spring morning air

________________________

such a mystery
the small poem of myself
in the vast cosmos

- Shayla Hawkins
(Detroit, USA)
 21

lost in painting
breaking the silence
windows chimes

__________________

taking rest
on misty mountains
huge clouds

__________________

fluttering around
new pink blossoms
two blue butterflies

- Ranjana kashyap
(Himachal Pradesh, India)
 22

monday morning
a barefooted child striding
to school

- Blessed Ayeyame
(Ughelli, Nigeria)
 23

silence cracks, shifts, slides

ice moves river, river, ice—
spring urges lovers

_________________________

asphodels whisper
as a wind rouses the field
sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep

_________________________

summer night in love

sigh of honeysuckle scent
moonlight unbuttoned

- Greg Sellers
(Vicksburg, Mississippi, USA)
 24

abandoned field
bees buzz yellow flowers
making honey mustard

______________________

in the museum
above the staircase
quilted memories

- Julie Gomez
(Brightwood, USA)
 25

can die or
can dye faded
memoirs of a geisha

_______________________

saliva drops
glowing on a hanging lip-
vicious rage

_______________________

soaring glider
huge shadow over land -
rabbit's dashing

- Arik Benedek-Chaviv
(Gyvataym, Israel)
 26

red-orange cloud swirls

flavor the sun as it melts
darkening the sky

- Katy Huth Jones

(Fort Worth, Texas, USA)
 27

stillness
the wind chimes
sing silently

________________

open window
meditating
with a fly

________________

between us
only moonlight
last autumn leaf

- Rehn Kovacic
(Mesa, AZ, USA)
 28

at the corner shop

picking up local gossip
without newspapers

- David J Kelly
(Dublin, Ireland)
 29

a gull soars over

the surgery and throws me
a crust of the sun

__________________________

valentine’s day -
caressing
Liberace albums

- Peter Adair
(Bangor, Northern Ireland)
 30

onset of monsoon
under palm leaf umbrellas
villagers knuckled

_______________________

aromatic tea
in a chamomile garden
taste the difference

_______________________

tool set for toddler

colorful palette and quills
art fair at class room

- Somayajulu Musunuri
(Hyderabad, India)
 31

five wooden canoes

gleaming in sienna gold
olive speckled nest

_________________________

five canoes at dusk

coloured carvings by the lake
automn at its best

- Julie de Belle
(Pincourt, Quebec, Canada)
 32

cherry blossoms -
first transient sunrays
all in pairs

___________________

night fairy tale -

a child repeats his
mother's word

___________________

soft spring rain -

long pilgrimage
in a snail's world

- Goran Gatalica
(Zagreb, Croatia)
 33

puff of light
dawn turns off the stars
and paints the sky

_____________________

the last train

only a scent of roses
remains in the air

- Lucia Cardillo
(Rodi Garganico, FG, Italy)
 34

red leaf spirals down Hits

the waterfall, sparkling
gone - vanished forever.

__________________________

like a will-o-wisp flickering

between the trees,
my muse eludes me

___________________________

waxy white blooms drop

heady scent enveloping
lovely Brides blossom

- Ambre Burt
(Omagh, N. Ireland)
 35

shadow of the fisherman

around the moon -
rocking the boat

_________________________

cloudy sky -
the cock crows
the same song

- Florin Golban
(Bucuresti, Romania)
 36

I shall take my mauve

notebook into my nightmare
to report at dawn

__________________________

late-afternoon sun
illuminates crocus trail
through snow-covered grass

__________________________

Raven sits on branch

watches for careless sparrows —
ash panopticon

- Helen May Williams

(Carmarthen, Wales)
 37

white moon is singing

weeping willow full of tears
a second winter

_______________________

ruby sun falling

koi are swimming merrily
the falling sky sees.

- Linda M. Crate
(Meadville, PA, USA)
 38

old friends are so smart

close or far, they hear your voice
and know what to say

_____________________

sickness may strike all

but still it hits as a shock
what was I thinking?

_____________________

easter falls, fall starts -

what is wrong with this picture?
try switching channels!

- Michael Walker
(Perth, Australia)
 39

open up, buddy—

drink sunrise; sleep like honey:
you’re tomorrow’s buzz.

___________________________

dulled darkness descends:

Dad sharply yelling my name—
echoes burn my heart.

- Christopher Stolle
(Richmond, IN, USA)
 40

scorching summer days

the soothing cool onshore breeze
the warm winter sun

___________________________

she has a trauma

an open can and lost love
the sinking old ship

- Sravani Singampalli
(Visakhapatnam, India)
 41

I met my late fate

seeing her face in a bar
and my fate ended

- Jake Cosmos Aller

(Southern Oregon, USA)
 42

over the sea

darkening clouds -
blues deepen

___________________

almost knowing
where you are
cloud-covered stars

- Joe Woodhouse
(Barcelona, Spain)
 43

the sun has risen –

a drop of dew still hanging
on the cobweb thread

__________________________

morning scenery;
the birch tree's leaves still rustling
fluttering in dreams

- Zvonimir Penovic
(Split, Croatia)
 44

a suspended fog
between ice and sun -
reflection pause
_____________________

winter’s last moon

fading in the sunrise –
hospital window

- Margherita Petriccione
(Scauri, LT, Italy)
 45

medicate your pain

camouflage exhaustion
a modern woman

____________________

winding up switchbacks –
wings – sunslits through branches – a
treetop jamboree

__________________________

tiger studded sky,

clocks dripping on a coastline –
questioning; Why not?

- Molly Murray
(Helena, Montana, USA)
 46

the great universe

begs to be seen from within
it’s shining through you

________________________

something is broken
it was once precious and fine
don’t fret… it’s just me

- Amanda R. Woomer
(Buffalo, NY, USA)
 47

moonlight on the pond coins

that shimmer and vanish yet
this fortune stays

_________________________

the snows have melted

yet snow scatters on the grass
explodes on branches

- JB Mulligan
(Washingtonville, NY, USA)
 48

a brief summer squall

in a cool afternoon
smell of moist earth

___________________________

a sordid caterpillar
converted to beautiful butterfly
time metamorphoses.

- Bishnu Charan Parida

(Jajpur Road,Odisha, India)
 49

just children
they laugh at my long gown
rolling on the floor

___________________________

life
too mysterious to foretell earlier
too beautiful

- Sujata Paul
(kolkata, India)
 50

smile on lips
show the depth of joy
face shinning

_____________________

blue sky above

sing the song of life
greenery down below

- Ashutosh Meher
(Bhubaneswar, India)
 51

morning fog
it is still there
jasmine

__________________

funeral...
on grandma's dress
scent of jasmine

- Małgorzata Formanowska
(Wrocław, Poland)
 52

rainy air -
the radio in the living room
talk about heat

_________________________

the moon is growing -

the shadow of our plum
still smells

- Terry Sisti Maria Teresa

(Massa-Carrara, Italy)
 53

old framed photographs

recording our history
stirring memory

________________________

shining diamonds
mounted on a ring of gold
still her hand feels cold

__________________________

eyes like a garden

where i wander eagerly
searching for spring time

- David Subacchi
(Wrexham, Wales, UK)
 54

having an empire
of attractive flowers’ home
butterflies will flood

- Mniko Chacha
(Mwanza city, Tanzania)
 55

around the desert

nothing! nothingness for miles
a sky full of stars

_______________________

beyond the lamplight the

rain remains unseen, a-
falling, phantom flood

______________________

even now, it seems,

though time has made us strangers,
your face stops my heart

- Marc J Cid
(Downey, California, USA)
 56

return to the shore

in the boat a muffled sound
of a thrashing fish

________________________

night in the orchard

a wandering wind harvests
the juicy apples

- Nina Kovačić
(Zagreb, Croatia)
 57

Almost laughing, I
swim as a fool, give myself
to the glass ocean

________________________

Its tides turn our sands

we endure its abuse, dance
in its radius

________________________
Silent autumn wind
lifts high a fragile red leaf
It flies, never falls

- Scott Hughes
(Macon, Georgia, USA)
 58

Call me home again

the stars pleaded with the moon-
as the sky darkened.

_______________________

Green, closed off to light –

In the sunshine your heart stirs,
Gold petals awake.

- Brianne Bowman
(Hebron, Indiana, United States)
 59

Inside a miniature bottle

she gave birth to
the grandest ship

- Elizabeth Cockle
(Toronto, Canada)
 60

My bed sheet escape

artist maneuver turned me
into a stranger

____________________

I sat on my bed
as hardware store nail rain
baptized scarred pavement

_____________________

They slither in dust

as a cat trills and the sun
is a bit too loud

- Alyssa Trivett
(Chicago, IL, USA)
 61

family dinner-
in the garden of Eden
there is a snake

____________________

glued up
like paper boxes
some families

- Antonietta Losito
(Mottola,TA, Puglia, Italy)
 62

cold and naked

in perils of water-
stumbling boatman

_________________________

feeding spirits with

limbs of uncircumcised boys a
Ugandan witch

_________________________

camouflaged
her soft fall on bed--
dappled back

- Ram Krishna Singh

(Dhanbad, India)
 63

earth and venus dance

glowing orb being center
by design, not chance

- Zee Mink-Fuller
(Burleson, Texas, USA)
 64

In the beginning,
God; the first misogynist.
He created eve

______________________

Logging company
can't see the trees for the wood.
sweep away the leaves.

_______________________

Maiden centuary;
the sweet arrogance of youth
knows no boundaries.

- Viv Brady
(Omagh, N.Ireland)
 65

two kilkenny cats

fight until nothing is left
but their twisted tales

- Terry Wheeler
(Brisbane, Australia)
 66

rampant narcissus—
scan spots some new locations
of her old cancer

_____________________________

remaining snow drift

tender pink crocus push through
a damaged ice rind

- Marilyn Ashbaugh
(Edwardsburg, Michigan, USA)
 67

In our love story,

i rip off the blank pages
sadly it is all

- Juliet Tamara Simpson

(Gensan City, Philippines)
 68

1.
Small globule of life
Carried aloft by breezes Waving overhead
One veined wing bears you. arborial stigmata
leaves crack sepel scabs
2.
Breeze born, spiraling.
Small womb, your seed will bear fruit ____________
Send far your children
My dusty mirror
3. reflects a softened image
Brown, spent, brittle husk false realities.
Your Gothic veined tracery
Birthed wood monuments.

- Sycamore
- Karen Downs-Barton
(Swindon, UK)
 69

What hand gently drew?

Dainty, drooping curves that breathe-
Tenderly sway in the breeze…

- Smitha Vishwanath
(Dubai, UAE)
 70

Mihovila Čeperić-Biljan
(Rijeka, Croatia)
 71

Mihovila Čeperić-Biljan
(Rijeka, Croatia)
 72

The tree on the hill

How pretty in the summer
As swallows fly around.

- Smudge (斑)
(Blackpool, Great Britain)
 73

Winston Plowes
(Hebden Bridge, UK)
 74

Winston Plowes
(Hebden Bridge, UK)
 75

Marilyn Ashbaugh
(Edwardsburg, Michigan, USA)
 76

Christina Chin
(Kuching, Malaysia)
 77

Mourning Diary

Mourning: I’ve learned that it was immutable and sporadic:

it does not wear away, because it is not continuous.

— Roland Barthes

I sit at the International Delight Café on a frigid January

afternoon in Bellmore Long Island, with its retro Coke signs
and bottomless sundaes and think: you’d have liked it here.
And just like that, I lose you all over again.

Like a scab caught, torn

on the rough edge of memory,
grief bleeds within me.

- Alexander Radison
(New York, USA)
 78

Wasted breath

Patner and sons for years, every one of them revolve around
him. A black sun, a guilty generator, a prima Donna to please
to prevent biggest problems. Looking at their faces, I think
about Plato’s pilgrim clamber out of the cave of the world of
appearances to see things as they really are, and I'm asking if
it's really possible to change in this life.

so intense
comes to me aware -
blue monday

- Antonietta Losito
(Mottola, TA, Puglia- Italy)
 79

The Kindness of Strangers

“She’s learning to talk isn’t she?” A kind middle age

women smiles at my child who’s saying hi to every
customer in the coffee shop. Too often I’m swept
up in the minutia of protecting, teaching, and caring
for my young. When I can remove myself from the
moment and see the bigger canvas that I’m painting,
I see how stunning it is.

warm muffins
how my hand slips
around the mug

- Tia Haynes
(Cuyahoga Falls, USA)
 80

No performance

Pacing, as if with purpose, in front of an audience. Working

without cue cards and ad-libs. Just covering the same ground
in the same way, time and again. The audience sense nothing
untoward. They just clamour for ever closer views of the jaded
celebrity, armed with cameras and selfie sticks.

retracing its steps

along a well-padded path
the tiger turns

- David J Kelly
(Dublin, Ireland)
 81

Origami

ephemeral child
lightness of snow
the world is melting

The river ice has broken up early and a jam has formed, flooding the
low bank for a mile upstream below the dam, threatening cabins that
probably should never have been built. This happens every year but
old-timers claim they have never seen it in February. The danger this
time of year is that there could still be a hard freeze, worsening the risk.
There’s talk of dynamiting the ice, but some worry that if blasting fails,
it could solidify the jam, which would increase the threat to cabins on
the high bank. The debate has created some hard feelings. At Amy’s
diner, customers have taken to speaking in whispers and segregating
themselves into high and low bank dwellers.

spinning west to east

earth folds in on itself
a white paper crane

- David Jibson
(Ann Arbor, Michigan USA)
 82

Burial

The echo of a dog barking

somewhere in the city let me
know life doesn't end for all
just because my world collapsed
into a freshly dug six foot hole

- Zee Mink-Fuller
(Burleson, Texas, USA)
 83

Watching You

Looking at you from a distance,

Got me stuck always in trance
And it's very sad,
that there ain't a chance
For you to return the glance
- Juliet Tamara Simpson
(Gensan City, Philippines)
 84

Nirvana

People try to attain nirvana in various forms

I try to find in the chaos of my life that's left behind,
Sipping coffee , eating chocolates
and penning down the utopia of life.
Some softer emotions snuggling swiftly
Rhapsodical and perpetual,
Hearts abrim-
Delightful evenings of groovy exuberance.
Where affection lay in symphony-
and soft giggles in silhouette, the only decore.

- Madhu Jaiswal
(Kolkata, India)
 85

Ian Fairweather

In the inky waters

dark hymns are
murmuring
murmuring
murmuring
to your
electric blue eyes

- Terry Wheeler
(Brisbane, Australia)
 86

Love

let this fire rising

out of the deepest of our heart
vie with the darkness trying to
eat up the light in our eyes

- Blessed Ayeyame
(Ughelli, Nigeria)
 87

1) 2)
ship love is
in a glass jar an addiction
you and me of soul
our brief journey climbing
in double moon sky alone
a virgin hill
solitude met sorrow without steps
fragments of a new love story dark night
broke the decayed door open you arrange
only to retrace their steps white flowers
on my wet chest
she to her guardian cast away flowers
and he to his lonely bed float down wards
in Ganga river

- Basant Kumar Das

(Bhubaneswar , India)
 88

Worth It

Upon seeing her newborn photo, my eldest asks,

“Was I little?”
“Very”
“Am I still little?”
“Always”
warm embrace
the years she’s soaked
into me

- Tia Haynes
(Cuyahoga Falls, USA)
 89

Green Eyes

Green eyes like ocean green

Full of beauty graceful teen
At a glance it can be seen
She is like a lovely queen
When I saw I lost my heart
I decided to neverdepart
Then I carried her image along
Off and on I sing her song

- Muhammad Khalid Khan

(Abbottabad, Pakistan)
 90

The remains of us—

stacks and stacks of love letters
pre-digital promises to stay eternally yours,
give all my heart, & say more than words,
Forever and always,
virtual as happily ever after.

- Elizabeth Cockle
(Toronto, Canada)
 91

If your shirt has no button

and your trousers are roughened,
if your jacket is so crushed
and your carpet needs a brush,
if you can’t find your clothes
all the time you just curse…
There is only one way out -
to marry or divorce.

- Larisa Rzhepishevska
(Odessa, Ukraine)
 92

1) Essence

The scent of your perfume is on the pillows…

Now, all pillows, old and new,
Are fragrant like you
And have your essence –
Colourful and bold.

Every moment
I spend with you, is a gorgeous jewel
That never grows old.
 93

2) New Paths

I left behind
Dark woods of unfulfilled dreams –
Knotted wild branches
That I couldn’t identify at all…

There’s no need
To remember them now –
Because, new paths
Are still open…

- Jagari Mukherjee
(Kolkata, India)
 94

1) The Lonely Poplar

She wears a crown full

of flowers, blooms orange and green,
hoping someone sees.

Praying we’ll notice.

Begging: Is she pretty, now?
Is she worth our love?
 95

2) I Hear The Streams Singing

I hear the streams singing.

That subtle choir, serene in its splendor,
babbling and cooing alongside salamanders and toads.
Harmonizing with waterthrush—sun-sponge, diamond-
skinned, meandering through pines.

I hear their words, fluid and free.

A song that wasn’t meant for me alone, but for every
creature, whom they call home.

- Andy Lewis
(Lexington, Kentucky, USA)
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