Bay of Martyrs Great Ocean Road for Skywatch Friday

 

The sun dips low, painting the sky in soft, bruised tones of twilight as it holds its breath above the Great Ocean Road. At the Bay of Martyrs, evening arrives not with a roar, but a quiet, golden sigh.

A brilliant trail of liquid light spills across the dark silk of the sea, fracturing into a thousand shimmering ripples that reach toward the shore. Guarding this fleeting brilliance are the ancient ones—dark, weather-worn islands and solitary sea stacks rising from the shadows. They stand as silent sentinels in the fading warmth, cradling the sun’s last fiery reflection before the night reclaims the waves.

Sony A7RV

FE 70-200mm f4 G

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Firelight festival in Dockland for Sign2

 

The Firelight Festival seems to grow a little smaller with each passing year, as though it too has fallen victim to the quiet shrinkflation of our times. There may be fewer installations and less spectacle than before, but when night descends, the illuminated signs still cast their magic into the darkness. Their glowing letters, vivid colours and playful reflections transform ordinary streets into something almost dreamlike. Perhaps the festival has lost a little of its former grandeur, yet there is still a certain charm in wandering beneath the night sky, where light and shadow dance together, and familiar surroundings take on a fleeting, otherworldly beauty.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

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Royal Alcazar Seville in Spain for Black and White Community

 

The shadows and complex geometry of Spain’s Islamic architectural legacy come alive in monochromatic tones, turning the Hall of the Ambassadors and the Patio of the Dolls within the Royal Alcázar of Seville into a dramatic play of light and dark. Stripped of their vibrant tiles and gold leaf, these spaces rely entirely on texture, repetition, and the harsh contrast of light filtering from above to tell their stories.

The Crown of the Ambassadors: The Hall of the Ambassadors

Looking upward into the dome of the Hall of the Ambassadors (Salón de Embajadores), the camera captures an astonishing wooden cosmic ceiling. Constructed in 1389 by Diego Ruiz, this interlocking wooden masterpiece features a central star pattern that radiates outward into thousands of individual geometric pieces. In black and white, the gilded surfaces transform into deep recesses and shimmering silver edges, mimicking the night sky it was designed to represent. Below the dome, stalactite-like mocárabe plasterwork drops down like frozen lace, transitioning the vast circle into the square foundations of the room below. The small balconies, added during later Christian modifications, cast heavy shadows against the intricately carved plaster walls, where Arabic calligraphy and floral patterns weave a dense, continuous fabric across the stone.

Light from the Heavens: The Patio of the Dolls

Deep within the private residential quarters of the palace lies the Patio of the Dolls (Patio de las Muñecas). It is an intimate space named for the tiny, hidden faces carved into the base of its columns. Viewed from the lower galleries looking up, the modern glass skylight cuts a stark, brilliant rectangle of bright daylight into the heavy gloom of the courtyard. This downward shaft of light catches the scalloped curves of the upper horse-shoe arches, illuminating the delicate, lace-like plasterwork that was painstakingly restored or added by artisans brought from Granada in the 19th century. The monochromatic lens emphasizes the sheer depth of the courtyard, where the lower multi-tiered arches remain in soft shadow, inviting the eye to trace the repeating horizontal lines of the balconies and the geometric panels that frame every doorway.

Panasonic G9

Leica 12-60mm f4 G

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Rabbit Rock Sunset Montforts Beach for Skywatch Friday

 

Rabbit Rock would surely make an iconic Easter image — if only it weren’t September. Yet the season seems almost incidental beneath that dark, brooding sky, where the golden sunset burns through the clouds with a quiet, dramatic splendour. It is a scene both moody and magnificent, as though the day itself were reluctant to surrender to night.

Sony A7RV

FE 20-70mm f4 G

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Inglewood night sky for Black and White Community

 

A long while ago, beneath the quiet skies of Inglewood, Victoria, I found myself looking up at a night I still remember.

In those earlier days, I used to travel out to the hostel for home visits, when medicine was still shaped by the warmth of a face-to-face conversation, and a doctor’s journey often led through sleepy country towns and open paddocks. The work took me there, but sometimes the landscape offered its own quiet reward.

That night, the darkness was almost absolute — a vast, unbroken field scattered with hay bales, their pale forms resting like forgotten stones beneath the heavens. With so little light to disturb the sky, the Milky Way emerged in all its quiet splendour, a river of stars flowing above the sleeping countryside.

I remember the stillness of it all: the scent of the paddocks, the deep country silence, and the feeling that time had briefly slowed down.

Some photographs preserve a landscape. Others hold a small fragment of a life that has since moved on. This one brings back those old journeys, when the road was longer, the nights were darker, and the stars seemed just a little closer.

Sony A7RV

FE 24mm f1.4 GM

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Bridgewater Bay Blairgowrie for Skywatch Friday

 

You’re probably getting a little tired of seeing sunsets from Bridgewater Bay, Blairgowrie. But perhaps the sunset was never really the reason we came.

This was from a few months ago, one of those evenings when Joel and I simply needed to get away for a while. He had a lot on his mind and needed someone to listen, and I was happy to be that person. There are times when friendship is nothing more complicated than walking beside someone while they empty their thoughts into the open air.

We talked, wandered along the coast, stopped now and then, and watched the day slowly surrender to night. The sea was restless, but somehow the evening itself felt gentle. Five minutes before darkness settled completely, the last light turned everything purple and pink, and the long exposure softened the turbulent water into something dreamlike—a mirage of sea and cloud.

I took the photograph almost incidentally.

What I remember more clearly is having Joel beside me.

Perhaps these are the moments I value most in friendship—not the grand adventures, but the quiet hours when you can simply be there for each other, sharing the same horizon, listening without needing to fix anything.

The sunset eventually disappeared, as all sunsets do. But the companionship stayed.

And sometimes, that is the photograph worth keeping.

Sony A7RV

FE 20-70mm f4 G

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Smugglers Creek Inn, Ireland for Sunday Best

 

The sea winds whispered of smuggler secrets and ancient stone, where cliffs of Donegal look down upon the crashing foam. High above the wild Atlantic wave, there sits a legendary inn—a historic crown of the Irish North West, where timeless tales begin.To this rustic haven on the edge of the world, the mighty and the famous fly, as spinning blades descend from the Irish sky. Here, Hollywood stars and statesmen leave the clouds behind, touching down on the helipad to leave the restless world behind. They step through heavy wooden doors, seeking warmth from the biting breeze, joining locals and travelers alike, all brought to their happy knees.Inside, the shadows dance to the rhythm of the crackling fire, offering every weary soul their deepest culinary desire. We sat amid the storied timber, tasting the magic of the coast—a velvety bowl of rich seafood chowder, a dish of which the angels boast. Then came the sizzle of a premium Irish steak, perfectly seared and bold, paired with a dark, cascading pint of black beer, creamy, deep, and cold.It was a feast of old-world wonder, an unforgettable, sacred bite, where history, royalty, and the wild, wild sea collide into the perfect night.

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EF 14mm f2.8 L 

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Cape Schanck Sunset Melbourne for Skywatch Friday

 

Down the steep stairway we went, winding our way to the bottom of the cliffs beneath the lighthouse at Cape Schanck. The afternoon was slipping quietly toward evening, and the sea below seemed to hold its breath.

Then the sun began to pour its last light across the horizon—a deep, glowing gold, like a warm brew slowly steeped in the sky. The cliffs darkened into silhouettes, while the water caught the fading light in scattered ribbons of amber. For a little while, everything felt suspended between earth and sea, day and night, washed in the quiet richness of sunset.

Sony A7RV

FE 20-70mm f4 G

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China Town sign in Adelaide for Sign2

 

At night, this corner of Chinatown comes alive in a dazzling glow, its lights transforming the streets into something almost magical. By day, Adelaide’s Chinatown can feel rather quiet and unremarkable, but after dark, the colours awaken, the shadows deepen, and the whole place takes on a charm of its own.

Sony A7RV

FE 16mm f1.8 G

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Melbourne Dockland at night for Sunday Best

 

The night the recent Firelight Festival led me to this corner of Melbourne, I found myself captivated by a scene glowing in the darkness. Green beams swept across the sky, dancing around the illuminated Bolte Bridge, while the city lights shimmered in the water below.

There were no fireworks—and somehow, that was perfectly fine. The crisp winter air, the quiet reflections upon the water, and the gentle glow of the city were more than enough. Sometimes, the simplest light is all we need to make a night memorable.

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FE 50mm f1.2 GM

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Little Bourke St Melbourne for Skywatch Friday

 

This winter has not been one for windswept coastlines or long walks beside the sea with Joel. Weekend after weekend, the skies have settled into a brooding blue-grey melancholy, the kind that never quite invites you outdoors. Instead of chasing waves and sunsets, we found ourselves following quieter pleasures, seeking out humble eateries around Melbourne that had earned the admiration of YouTube food enthusiasts. The journey became less about the destination and more about discovering warmth on a plate while the cold lingered outside.

This photograph was taken at night, moments after I stepped out of Joel's car in the restaurant car park. Before anything else caught my attention, it was the sky that stopped me. A deep cobalt gloom stretched overhead, neither fully dark nor touched by the last traces of daylight. It carried the stillness of winter, beautiful in its own restrained way, yet quietly reminding us why the coast had remained beyond our reach for so many weekends.

There are seasons that call us into nature, and there are seasons that gently redirect us elsewhere. This winter has been the latter—a season of shared meals instead of seaside strolls, glowing restaurant windows instead of golden horizons, and conversations across a dinner table rather than against the rhythm of crashing waves. The ocean will still be waiting when spring returns, but for now, these quiet evenings beneath a sombre sky have written their own gentle chapter into our journey together.

Sony A7RV

FE 16mm f1.8 G

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Firelight Dockland Melbourne for Treasure Tuesday

 

The winter air carried a bitter chill as darkness settled over the river, yet a single flame danced defiantly against the night. Standing alone on a modest stage, the fire performer became the evening's solitary beacon, spinning burning torches with graceful precision while the audience watched in quiet admiration. Beyond the performance, the illuminated Bolte Bridge stretched across the Yarra like a ribbon of coloured lights, while the city's skyline shimmered softly in the distance, lending the scene a sense of theatre that the event itself struggled to provide.

Having attended Firelight in previous years, the difference was impossible to ignore. The production felt noticeably more restrained—a lower stage, only one performer, and fewer of the dramatic spectacles that once transformed the waterfront into a celebration of light, warmth, and fire. It spoke, perhaps, of tightening budgets, where ambition had quietly yielded to practicality.

Yet through my lens, the shortcomings faded into the background. The lone performer, bathed in the orange glow of the flames, became the focal point against the vast darkness. The reflections scattered across the river, the crimson lights of the bridge, and the silhouettes of spectators holding up their phones all combined to frame a fleeting moment of warmth on a cold Melbourne evening.

Sometimes a photograph tells a gentler story than reality itself. While the festival may have lost some of its former grandeur, the image preserves something more enduring—a lone artist holding fire aloft beneath the winter sky, reminding us that even the smallest flame can command the darkness.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

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Melbourne Skyline at night for Water H2O Thursday

 

Only on the rarest of tides, when the sea retreats to a mere 0.1 metre at Brighton Beach, does it grant passage far into the bay. In the stillness of the night, I can walk where water usually reigns, carrying my tripod into the darkness until the shoreline feels like a distant memory.

There, suspended between sea and sky, the familiar becomes quietly extraordinary. The gentle ripples cradle reflections of scattered lights, while the horizon dissolves into a seamless union of black water and starlit silence. It is a fleeting privilege offered only by the tide—a reminder that some photographs are not simply found, but patiently awaited, when the moon, the sea, and time itself briefly conspire to reveal a view hidden for most of the year.

Sony A7RV

FE 70-200mm f2.8 GM

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Street Mural off Latrobe St Melbourne

 

The mural feels as though a forgotten lane off La Trobe Street has opened a secret passage to Kyoto. Beneath a velvet night sky, delicate cherry blossoms spill across the walls like pale pink clouds caught in moonlight, their petals drifting silently over the scene. The city noise fades away, replaced by the imagined murmur of water and the rustle of spring leaves.

At the heart of the artwork, a stream of umbrellas flows through the creek bed like a river of colour. Crimson, sapphire, gold and emerald canopies crowd together, glowing against the darkness as though carrying unseen travellers through a dream. They resemble lanterns floating downstream during a festival evening, each umbrella holding its own story, its own destination.

The contrast is enchanting: the soft fragility of the sakura blossoms against the vibrant energy of the umbrellas. Together they create a vision that is unmistakably Japanese, evoking the lantern-lit alleys of Kyoto after rain, where reflections shimmer on wet stone and every corner seems touched by poetry.

Standing before the mural, it is easy to forget that you are in the centre of Melbourne. The narrow laneway becomes a place suspended between worlds—a fleeting glimpse of springtime Kyoto, where blossoms bloom beneath the stars and a colourful tide of umbrellas drifts endlessly through the night.

Sony A7RV

FE 16mm f1.8 G

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Finishing Euphoria felt less like completing a television series and more like emerging from a long, dark storm. It was not an easy watch. Episode after episode drew me deeper into a world of addiction, loneliness, desire, and self-destruction, illuminated by moments of startling beauty and fragile hope.

Last night, I finally reached the end. The story remained gripping to the very last frame, but as the credits rolled, there was little sense of triumph. Instead, a quiet sadness lingered in the room. The characters felt painfully real, carrying wounds that could not be neatly healed or explained away. Their struggles seemed less like fiction and more like reflections of lives unfolding somewhere beyond the screen.

Long after I turned off the television, the atmosphere of the series stayed with me. Its darkness settled like a heavy twilight over the evening, dimming my spirits and leaving my thoughts restless. Sleep came reluctantly. Scenes and emotions drifted through the mind like fragments of a troubled dream, reminders that some stories do not end when the screen goes black. They continue to echo in the silence afterwards, lingering well into the night.

Princes Pier Starfish for Treasure Tuesday

 

The starfish was captured with Joel's beloved 135mm f/1.8 lens, a magnificent piece of glass that still carries the burden of justifying its price years after it was purchased. Whenever the opportunity arises, out it comes from the camera bag, eager for purpose. This time its subject was not a model, a mountain, or a distant eagle, but a humble starfish resting beneath the city. There is something wonderfully absurd about using a premium portrait lens on marine life under a bridge, yet the starfish accepted its moment of stardom without complaint.

The second photograph reveals the scene itself. We were standing beneath Princes Bridge in broad daylight, yet the place felt strangely removed from the world above. Sunlight filtered through gaps in the structure, casting pale shafts into the water while shadows gathered among the pylons. The bridge stretched overhead like the ribs of some sleeping industrial beast. Beneath it, the river moved with quiet purpose, carrying reflections that trembled and dissolved with every ripple.

It was a little spooky, a little enchanting. Above us, the city carried on with its noise and haste. Below, in this dim underworld of concrete, water and shifting light, starfish clung to the seabed like scattered stars fallen from the night sky. And there we were, crouched beneath the bridge with an expensive lens, giving them the attention they never asked for but somehow thoroughly deserved.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

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Mural at AC DC Lane for Mural Monday

 

The mural in AC/DC Lane wears the disguise of graffiti, yet it is something more deliberate than a hurried spray of paint. Colours spill across the wall in vivid currents, colliding and intertwining like fragments of a dream half remembered. Each stroke appears purposeful, guided by an unseen rhythm rather than randomness, drawing the eye deeper into its labyrinth of forms.

There is a faintly psychedelic quality to it, as though the artist has translated music into colour and motion. Shapes seem to pulse and shift with every glance, inviting the imagination to wander beyond the brick and mortar beneath. In a laneway celebrated for its rebellious spirit, the mural stands not as an act of vandalism but as a living canvas—an explosion of creativity that turns an ordinary wall into a trippy voyage through light, colour, and imagination.

Sony A7RV

FE 20-70mm f4 G

I was watching a zombie manga brought to life on Netflix, where the end of the world seemed less frightening than the dreams it liberated. The hero filled his bucket list with exquisite pleasures: soaking in Japan’s finest onsen while steam curled into mountain air, surrendering to the craftsmanship of a sushi master who had spent thirty years perfecting a single cut of fish, chasing experiences polished to their highest form before time ran out.

Yet as I watched, I felt no envy.

Perhaps that is because those distant dreams no longer seem so distant. A flight to Taipei can now deliver its own abundance of delights: bowls of noodles perfected through generations, hidden teahouses scented with wood and leaves, markets glowing deep into the night, and meals prepared with the same devotion that elevates food into art. Excellence is no longer confined to a single country or a single pilgrimage.

The anime’s bucket list reminded me that happiness is often advertised as something waiting elsewhere, just beyond the horizon. But when I looked up from the screen, I realised my own life was not lacking. There are journeys still to take and places still to discover, yet there is already richness in the days I live now. The world has not ended, and neither have its pleasures. They remain scattered across cities, mountains, conversations, meals, and quiet moments of contentment.

I am not living a bad life, I think. In fact, I may already be living many of the things that once belonged on someone else's bucket list.

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Steinglitz Victoria for Sunday Best

 

Steiglitz turned out to be far less exciting than the internet promised. Joel and I had made the journey because of a flood of viral videos proclaiming it Victoria’s most haunted town, a forgotten settlement steeped in ghost stories and restless spirits. Expectations rose with every kilometre of dusty road. Reality, however, arrived in silence.

The three photographs were taken around the old courthouse, the focal point of much of Steiglitz's folklore. Yet the building was closed, its doors locked against both visitors and curiosity. We wandered the empty grounds searching for traces of the stories that had drawn us there, but found little more than stillness. The town seemed reluctant to surrender its legends in the harsh light of day.

Steiglitz was once a thriving gold-rush settlement in the 1850s, when thousands flocked to the area chasing fortunes buried beneath the hills. What remains today is a small collection of weathered buildings scattered across a landscape that has long since been reclaimed by nature. The prosperity vanished almost as quickly as it arrived, leaving behind a ghost town in the truest historical sense rather than the supernatural one.

Despite the disappointment, there was an atmosphere that lingered. The courthouse sat beneath ancient trees whose twisted limbs clawed at the sky. Their trunks were knotted and contorted, as though decades of wind and drought had sculpted them into strange living monuments. In the afternoon light they appeared merely old; but one could easily imagine how they would transform after sunset. Their shadows would lengthen across the empty ground, their branches becoming skeletal fingers reaching through the darkness.

Perhaps that is where Steiglitz earns its haunted reputation. Not through apparitions or dramatic tales, but through absence. The abandoned buildings, the silence where a bustling goldfield once stood, and the gnarled trees that seem to ooze a dark and watchful presence all combine to create a place that feels suspended between eras. By day it was, frankly, rather dull. Yet standing among those twisted trees, it was not difficult to picture how the town might become something altogether more unsettling when night finally settled over the valley.

Sony A7RV

Sigma 14-24mm f2.8 

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Mallee Milky way for Skywatch Friday

 

It has been another relentless week, the kind that disappears beneath obligations, uncertainty, and the constant noise of modern life. The government’s latest tax reform announcement has weighed heavily on my mind, stirring anxieties that seem impossible to silence even during long drives through the border towns between Victoria and New South Wales.

There was something haunting about those places. Beyond the quiet streets and faded shopfronts lay vast stretches of dry country — parched paddocks, brittle grass, and exhausted earth baked beneath a washed-out sky. The land carried a weary beauty to it, harsh yet strangely poetic, as though the drought itself had etched its memory into the soil. Looking across that arid emptiness reminded me deeply of this photograph: lonely terrain scattered with scrub and dust, where the silence feels almost endless.

Lately, I have not felt the same urge to chase the Milky Way through the night. There was once a kind of comfort in driving far beyond the towns, setting up the tripod in the cold darkness, and waiting for the stars to slowly reveal themselves above the plains. But recently that longing has faded beneath the weight of routine worries and mental fatigue.

Perhaps it will return later this year when the Sony A7R VI is finally released. Maybe then I will once again find myself standing alone somewhere in the dry inland country, surrounded by silence and red dust, watching the galaxy rise slowly over the empty horizon.

Sony A7RV

FE 24mm f1.4 GM

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A tiny lagoon near Sea Lake in Victoria for Skywatch Friday

 

In the far reaches of Victoria’s Mallee country, the pink lagoons lie waiting through most of the year — shallow basins of salt and silence baked pale beneath an endless sky. For months they are little more than cracked earth and memory, until a rare torrential rain arrives and briefly awakens them. Then the landscape transforms. Water gathers in thin luminous sheets, and the salt begins to blush again with that improbable tint of rose, as though the land itself has remembered colour after a long drought.

In this photograph, the foreground carries only the faintest trace of pink, delicate as diluted watercolour, while beyond it the lagoons surrender to cool bands of blue beneath the open sky. The transition feels almost dreamlike — a meeting of two temperaments in the same water: one warm and mineral, the other vast and atmospheric. The stillness of the scene makes the colours appear even more fragile, as though the next gust of wind might dissolve them entirely.

And now another anticipation gathers on the horizon. After six long years, Sony is finally preparing the successor to the Sony Alpha 7R V. The familiar cycle begins again: rumours, leaked specifications, late-night reading, the restless calculation of lenses and trade-ins. Somewhere soon, an old camera body will quietly find its way onto eBay, making room for whatever new machine emerges from Tokyo’s engineers.

There is always a peculiar excitement before a new camera arrives — not merely the promise of sharper files or faster autofocus, but the feeling that one’s eyes themselves may become renewed. Two months from now, perhaps, the next journey back to the Mallee lagoons will begin with fresh equipment in hand, chasing once again that fleeting marriage of pink water, blue distance, and silence after rain.

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FE 20-70mm f4 G

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Ashikaga Park night light up in Japan for sign2

 

I remember arriving as dusk surrendered its last light, and the garden slowly awakened into another world. What had been a landscape of trees and pathways by day transformed into something almost dreamlike—every branch, every petal, every arch of foliage traced in soft illumination. At Ashikaga, light does not merely decorate; it breathes life into the garden after dark.

There were cascades of glowing colour draped over ancient trees, as though the stars themselves had descended and settled among the leaves. Pathways shimmered gently, guiding each step deeper into a quiet spectacle where nature and artistry seemed inseparable. The air felt hushed, reverent, as if the garden knew it was being admired.

I wandered slowly, reluctant to rush through something so carefully composed. Reflections flickered in still water, blossoms glowed with an otherworldly softness, and entire groves stood bathed in luminous hues that shifted like a living painting. It was not simply beautiful—it was immersive, enveloping, almost surreal.

Even now, the memory lingers with a kind of quiet brilliance. That night at Ashikaga was not just a visit to a garden, but an encounter with light itself—patient, delicate, and utterly unforgettable.

Panasonic G9

Leica 12-60mm f2.8-4 

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