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Photo of water pipe burst

Thar’ she blows!

We were number 18 to “call in” the sinkhole starting in the centre of the front street that goes past our home. Or, technically it’s the side street, because we face the cul-du-sac, but that won’t matter to you, so… on with the tale!

Water pipe burst and water was shooting straight up like, (I assume) Old Faithful in Yellowstone.

Cops showed up and blocked the street until the city works could get their trucks back on the road. Happened just long enough after quitting time that nearly everyone had already left and was three-quarters of the way home. I really feel for those guys; having to shuck a hot supper and hot shower for the overtime.

While waiting, of course, a crowd gathered. Nothing like a minor catastrophe to bring the neighbourhood together. The kids thought it was kewl! I mean, it’s not every day a geyser opens up. Cops at both ends of the street had their work cut out for them!

What I need to ask is, “Why do some people assume the barricades don’t apply to them? Are they somehow immune to the effects of tumbling down the widening hole? Or is it they develop wings and transport over top?”

As our home sits on the corner and, conveniently this time the barricades were set up directly in front of us, we were able to watch as car after car tried to negotiate passed the police barricade. I think the cop was getting ready to use his weapon there were so many!

Even after the city works arrived there were still idiots in the crowd. As the worker prepared to lift the lid off the overwhelmed grate to start the flood headed the right direction, the kids naturally pushed forward. Some of the parents were smart enough to realise the danger and pulled their kids back; the worker politely asked the rest to step back so they wouldn’t get sucked down the storm drain when he opened it. All but one complied. That one actually pushed her kid forward and peered over his shoulder. The worker asked her, directly, “Please get your kid back.” 

Swirling waters

Swirling Waters

Well you would have thought he’d told her to leave planet earth!

Her “Harrumph!” and loud, “Fine!” as she dragged her kid away, leaving entirely; had the rest of the crowd shaking its collective head and asking, “Did we just witness that?”

Some people think the rules just don’t apply to them. I wonder how she would have reacted if she hadn’t removed her kid? When the grate was removed it almost took the heavyset worker off his feet and actually sucked one of his tools down in the whirlpool. The remaining kids thought that was kewl, too!

Back to the traffic. Now, just to note, this burst pipe/sinkhole is at probably the perfect spot on this road. There is an easy diversion one minute maximum, that puts you back on the road a block further along. Still, many cars attempted to pass the barriers.

FYI, the entire street was blocked, crosswise, with work trucks; asphalt equipment; police cars! Did I mention the police cars?

Road Closed photo

Road Closed

Still, all night long, (yes, it took until the gray rain-heavy clouds brightened this morning before the work was done and the barriers could be removed…) anyway… cars; SUV’s, trucks; you name it! tried to past the roadblock. When they were successful, they drove literally five turns of their tires at MOST before they had to turn their vehicle around and, red-faced, sneak back around the barricade and follow the detour.

Why do SOME people believe the barricade was put there for everyone but themselves? Have they EVER been handed a ‘get-out-of-logical-thinking-free’ card? (Are there any of those?)

The road is fixed; the geyser is gone; and the new river flowing where the front street was has been quelled. Wonder what I’m going to do for excitement now? 

I suppose I’ll get ready for a weekly game of DnD… I was attacked by an alligator? Crocodile? last week… I survived. I’m watchin’ the swamps a LOT closer now… lol 

Praying the road stays fixed; they’re calling for torrential downpours throughout the weekend and into next week; may you have great weather and sunshiny people in your future! 




Okay, I got a ‘get-out-of-jail-free’ card today. (My husband wrote it for the Doctor; tellin’ him not to worry ’bout my BP.)

My blood pressure was spiking; I have a migraine that is ready to take the top of my head off and I had an appointment with the Doc.

I’m not sure WHY I did it yesterday; I really ought to have known better. When you have a Dr’s appointment, NEVER do anything to raise your blood pressure before going to see him or all he’s going to do is focus on THAT! *sigh*

(Of course, I have the type of blood that, as soon as it knows the Doc is going to put that cuff on me, shoots up and may as well become a flippin’ volcano!)


Today’s blood pressure fiasco actually began yesterday (I started to tell you this…) when I, for some reason unknown to mankind, decided that FINE! If MS isn’t going to stop PESTERING me to upload/download/install 8.1 I might as well as get the deed over with.

(I seriously think the blood pressure cuff and MS are in cahoots; should check into what they donate to…)

So, I BACKED UP my computer. (Yeah, learned my lesson from the LAST update!) Then I backed it (EVERYTHING in my computer) up (again) to a removable drive. Then I disconnected the drive and told it to behave while I messed up the system; I hope it was listening.

Then I closed everything; performed the ‘checks’ as suggested. Found only one issue (or so it SAID.) Searched, the only way to mitigate the issue 8.1 ‘discovered’ was having to purchase a new program; not happening on my finances. The one I have works perfectly well and does not require updating or replacement as far as I am concerned.

Everything happy? Okay, read the agreement and policy.

Why do they bother? A simple,

“We will do whatever the h*ll we want with your information and if you want to continue using your computer just click ‘I agree’ and be prepared to have your life put under a microscope. Or leave; we don’t want you if you’re not willing to hand over your first-born,”

would suffice. Honestly, just reading what I was going to be giving away boggled my imagination! It’s not much WONDER MS is attacked so often. Maybe if they’d just STOP trying to be EVERYTHING?

So, yup, blood squirting from my ears, I pressed update. It tells me I can use the computer while the update is taking place and it won’t affect the download at all… SURE…

I chose to go lie down and relieve the pounding in my brain. Migraines are really no fun.

I peeked after two hours; four hours; six hours… At least my head was resting and I stopped vomiting. (TMI?)

After NINE hours it was shouting at me that, “if I didn’t hit the restart button NOW, it would do it for itself in 6:59; 58, 57, 56…” I clicked restart, then went back and laid down for another two-hours.

YIPPEE!!! It’s ready…

Or notNow it wants to VERIFY me as being the same person who created the e-mail address and has been the ONLY person using the computer for the past year. REALLY? (First-born gone, now they’re aiming for the second?)

  1. Okay, fine.
  2. Enter e-mail.
  3. Request “code”.


Wrong e-mail for recovery. I know that; but it is too late, I’ve clicked okay already! Sh*t!

You know what? It’s nearly eleven pm; I started this sometime around 6:30 this morning; I have a raging migraine and damn it, this can wait until morning! How do I shut the thing down?


Finally spotted the little, “I’ll do this later,” link and clicked it. Then, instead of just shutting down, as I KNOW I should have, I HAD to test to see what this 8.1 had done to my computer. Changes were/are everywhere. I tested one program; more by accident than design, and thought it was going to start up and everything would be fine. Then it stopped, refusing to continue without the disc; NOT the program I had been warned wouldn’t cooperate when the update was complete… What other surprises await?

After bleeding out (yeah, red computer now…) I couldn’t take the shock. I found shut down; shut down and went to bed, tears hovering. (Yeah, sensitive and EASILY upset… my head hurts, back off… *smile*). I decided there was nothing I could do. If everything was gone; it was gone. I have a backup. I promised myself I wasn’t going to cry over spilt milk. (But I swear I was ready to empty the damn cow!)

Today, my blood pressure has been riding the cusp of explosion and raging. I have managed to restore MOST of my settings and delete the new apps MS decided I MUST want. (Yeah, no thanks; well, maybe that alarm one…)

Nearly fall off my chair when I see the request to save everything to the web. MS’s ‘secure’ – yeah, right, space. I read the notice twice to be sure I was reading it correctly. The default selected to save everything to the web, NOT my computer. (Yeah, YOU are probably aware of this, I was not.) I chose the other option. I don’t require my documents to follow me around. I work on them using ONE computer. I don’t trust web-based storage. Too easily compromised. For now it’s free; what about after they’ve got all your documents and you cannot live without it? Yep, not going to get caught in THAT web.

So, now I have most of my computer back the way I like it. Still unable to do some things and it does p*ss me off. Especially when it tells me I don’t HAVE admin permissions. I AM THE ONLY PERSON USING THIS COMPUTER – WHO ELSE WOULD HAVE THE DAMNED ADMIN. PERMISSIONS?!? (Yeah, I know; I don’t operate in the admin. account all the time, but when updating or installing? I HAVE TO.)

Now, if I understand the world correctly, I have seven days before MS again gets its panties in a bunch and threatens to cut off my left arm. At this point, from all things I can understand and have read, I shall lose the use of my e-mail address for 30-days while they confirm my identity to use the account. Again.

I updated to 8.1, WHY?

THESE are the things I need to know before deciding to update. Not how much ram and whatnot. I’d feel far less stressed (and my doctor would be much happier) if updates would give HONEST, clear directions as to what the update is going to do.

I now have a prescription for happy-pills… they should knock me out, taking care of the migraine – unfortunately not MS! My blood pressure was surprisingly low… the doctor didn’t scold – much… (I’m keepin’ my get-out-of-jail-free card for next time…)

Anyone else have a horror story for MS 8.1I pray not…


~ …Dreams are gossamer threads bound with iridescent rainbows and reflected in golden clouds; they let us reach for the unattainable and believe we will touch it… they hold our spirit and remind us to chase the vision… We admire those who attain greatness and strive to follow in their footsteps… ~ krd…

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I am female, which means as all males of this era will insist I am the weaker sex. Ha! These men would be nothing if their mothers hadn’t taught them to be brave, heroic, honest and honourable and their fathers taught them skills. They, or at least the ones raised up in a caring environment, will doff their cap or come to the aid of a lady in distress…

Then there are those whose upbringing was of a more personal nature: eat-or-be-eaten. The world is filled with these miscreants, who will smile at you and, when you lower your eyes, they’ll shove a carving knife through your heart…

Still I am in charge of my smallholding; a pittance of the Grande Kingdom, to the North of Wolcast, where I was born. Removed to the plains South of Wolcast when my uncle seized power, his blade still dripping with my father, the King’s blood. Many, who stood bravely by my side, refusing to surrender or pay allegiance to the usurper of the throne, paid with their lives, their screams still haunting me; their homes burned, their families murdered.

Offered the holding in the region of Norweld, a small stone hovel, really, I grasped at it. Determined to re-build and make my uncle pay for his treachery…

I wish to build my Master City, Iridescent Rivers, into a rich and thriving merchant hub, where squabbles and petty crimes are intolerable. Where news can flow and persons can find respite. Join me in my quest… for you will find I am loyal, trustworthy and generous; but woe to the traveller bent on destruction and harm, for no quarter will be shown…

*the plot begins to churn…*

luv khrys…

Soooooo… whatcha think? LOL… I imagine I will be toast in 5-days… but the novel idea (or maybe simply a story) shall grow for many sleepless nights, drats and double-drats!

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Illyriad… A great place to waste your day… I am apparently building a ‘kingdom’ – I called it Iridescent Rivers… I have 7-days before they let the warriors test my strength, until then I am supposedly safe from attack… So, basically, I have 7-days (real-time) before I die… Ought to be interesting… take care… *hugs* luv khrys… 

“Hi there. Don’t mind me…” (Flitting about anxiously peering out deep casements, watching the siege unfold.)

“I’m khrystle-raine. I was drawn into this world by a very seductive app photo and compelling need to play a game that was more mind consuming than lining three objects up and watching them disappear from the game board.

“I installed the app, along with several others, although three-quarters are already in the garbage… *delete*…

“Whoa! Watch yourself.” (Pulling you away from the window, letting the thick leather curtain fall back into place, before stooping to retrieve the arrow that nearly ended this interview.) “Please, do be careful.

“Now, as I was saying, after settling myself down, I clicked on the app. Appliance? I still don’t know what app stands for, but it starts a program or takes you to a website where you argue with the gatekeeper for nearly an hour, before you realise the gate keeper was right, you were wrong; it doesn’t matter if you were correct, the gate keeper has the FINAL word.

“You figure out what it is the gate keeper is asking for and you comply and, instantly you are transported to this imaginary time and world that kind of combines tenth-century through sixteenth-century and imaginary trials and tribulations along with real (faux) scenarios, diplomacy; trade; higher learning, etc…

“Yikes!” (An arrow pushes past the curtain as a gust of wind lifts it.) “Maybe we should move to the inner room.

“Now, the gatekeeper introduces you to a very kind Invisible-Wizard who urges you to accept the offer of a tutorial, which, you really ought to take advantage of.” (Shooting arrows, or whatever I’m capable of…I haven’t really entered the combat zone yet…)

“The tutorial lets you know you ain’t getting out alive.” (Short laugh) Actually, I highly recommend the tutorial. Without it, you would be hopelessly lost instead of mildly flummoxed.

“There are a million things that need to be taken care of and suddenly, I’M in charge? (Not sure who’s bright idea that was…) I learned my appointment was/is as a lowly Governor. Director; Ruler; Administrator; Head; Superintendent; Regulator; Controller… Are you getting this? Those batteries will not last long here. There is no electricity to recharge; I hope you brought a pencil and notepad.

“Good gracious… Didn’t I have a peace treaty with you???” (shouting uselessly out the doorway at the stonewalls, expecting my soft-spoken voice to drift the mile or so between where the army-captain stood and where I cowered, swishing skirts muttering about modern clothing for women.)

Turning back to you, “It’s true you know, I struck a peace treaty my second day here, even though I was under the protection of the ‘gawds’ for seven-days; a rainbow covered my lands, protecting me from all who meant harm. On the eighth day, the veil lifted and I saw, camped around me hoards, ready to destroy my carefully constructed, tenuously poised fiefdom.

“Some I made treaties with, some proudly marched in as saviours, protecting my lands, others sent spies and saboteurs to destroy and confuse me. I have many people counting on me to save them from death or prison. I intend to win. Please excuse me. I will be back; you should be safe here. Please don’t leave; I don’t need to be wondering where you’ve gotten yourself.” (Gather up whatever weapons/potions/stuff I am able, creep from the room closing the thick wooden door and with my back pressed against the icy-cold stonewall of the steep, damp, dark staircase, cautiously slip down to the melee…) 

SO… Should (can?!?) I turn this into a novel?!? Currently it is not even an outline; just an idea…

*hugs* …luv khrys.

PS: (Of course it means research… don’t know too much about other centuries…don’t know nuthin’ really…lol)

PPS: I can’t help you get past the gatekeeper; I still don’t know what I did right or wrong…

PPPS: ULTRA-IMPORTANT, IF it hasn’t already done so: GO HERE…WordPress NEWS... Kinda something I thought would be frontpage news… but there ya go… (Now, can someone tell me WHERE the ‘update’ button on my DASHBOARD is, please?)

I wrote this shortly after viewing the house and getting all excited about a week ago, and then a sense of foreboding settled. I couldn’t even pray over the house. I was confused to say the least! I was going to post this, but, as we all know, God’s timing can’t be beat!

Mark 9:23-24
“If you can’?” said Jesus. “Everything is possible for one who believes.”
Immediately the boy’s father exclaimed, “I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!”

Did I not say doubt was the downfall?? It really is.

You become convinced of a solution/direction/purpose and it seems as if everything is geared toward the ONE idea that continually rolls in your brain.

You pray, (Well, ok, I pray… you should try it, it ain’t hard, it’s kinda like talking to yourself only there’s ACTUALLY someone listenin’!), and hope you’ve filtered out all of the commercials and static. You become convinced even further that the idea rattling in your brain is not only the correct one, but the obviously correct one. (And why couldn’t I see that before?)

You shun all other distractions and focus on fulfilling the ‘goal’.

Then, quiet.

A void that, at first you don’t notice. You’re absorbed in doing. A blank space that continues to grow. Sort of like a sin that starts a simple thought and before we know it its grown and bubbled, rising until it no longer resembles the tiny wayward thought; now it has taken over and a thick, tar-like blackness drops on our mind. That kind of void.

Galatians 5:9
“A little yeast works through the whole batch of dough.”

Matthew 13:33
He told them still another parable: “The kingdom of heaven is like yeast that a woman took and mixed into a large amount of flour until it worked all through the dough.”


You wake without the same enthusiasm. Something isn’t right. Even your prayers don’t offer the same comfort. The same assurance.


John 24:29
Now Thomas (called Didymus), one of the Twelve, was not with the disciples when Jesus came. So the other disciples told him, “We have seen the Lord!”
But he said to them, “Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe it.”
A week later his disciples were in the house again, and Thomas was with them. Though the doors were locked, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you!” Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.”
Thomas said to him, “My Lord and my God!”
Then Jesus told him, “Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”


Did I miss something? Why does it seem as if I’m on my own? Standing alone. I listen and hear whispers. I see nods, and frowns of disapproval. I wonder. I question. I doubt.

I worry.

Matthew 6:25-34
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
“And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labour or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendour was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Right now, (actually in a couple of hours) we’re about to put an offer on the house. We know what we can afford. We think. I know the Lord knows for sure. We’d like not to insult the current owners, who built the house and have lived in it for more than 30-years. But we do have a budget we need to be respectful of; no matter how much we want the house. We do not want to be ‘house-poor’. But it’s not THEIR responsibility. They, of course, want or need to get as much from the sale as possible.

I pray for a middle ground. I pray for a smooth and easy negotiation. I’m willing to walk away if at any point I feel God is removing this property from our grasp. I pray we will be moving in a few months time. To this home. But, I don’t know what God has in store. He has SO much bigger selection than I can (or ever could) imagine!

John 14:1-6
“Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going.”
Thomas said to him, “Lord, we don’t know where you are going, so how can we know the way?”
Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. 

So I am confused. Concerned. Worried. Why? Because I’m getting thoughts that I don’t like and feel ‘under attack’ not thoughts that ‘should’ be there, but ones that want to maybe prevent me from feeling ‘at peace’ with my decisions. God will, as always, triumph.

I’m not saying doubt is altogether bad. If we let it creep and crawl over every choice, over every thought, over every move, we’ll find the Devil winning.

Pray. Question. Confirm with scripture; (ALWAYS CONFIRM WITH SCRIPTURE!) And trust that you may be the only bright light in the room. You may have to stand alone. Everyone thought Noah, Genesis 6-8, was a nut. 

Today, (after many cancellations on the part of the realtor) we will write the offer. Today I re-read this article. I was able to, easily locate the references I sought. Praise God. I feel better. Less apprehensive. I’m able to apply prayer with anticipation again. I still don’t know what’s in store, I will let you know.

luv khrys…

PS: Pray for God’s vision to open and reveal itself so we may understand our position and options and follow God’s will. And if ya wouldn’t mind nudging Him to let us successfully negotiate and conclude the sales, that would be okay by me too… *hugs*



Angel and Chaos are two creatures of the night I had the ‘good?’ fortune to meet through another’s eyes. They are her pets; her muses, if you will. She graciously shared them with me as they came to me in a dream; they are playful, vicious, watchful and loyal. Her name is Erin, you might wanna check out her blog, Whispers in the Dark, as I believe she is the next Stephen King/J.K. Rowling/Rosemary Rogers all rolled into one, and we will soon have to pay for what she offers us freely… OH, if you DO visit her, PLEASE encourage her. Leave a message… Remind her to get busy…we’re waiting for the next installment… (You can also visit her on FaceBook, just sign in/up and Whispers in the Dark is waiting for your reading pleasure…) 


The panther stalks the path. Soft pads soundless against the sand. Pale moonlight washes over sleek, muscular black. Restless. A gust of wind rattles the leaves on the Aspens, their song raspy, dry. Her ears perk forward, she sniffs. Nothing, just the water, lapping at the shore. 

She descends along the shadowed corridor, warily, ears and nose twitching. Restless. 

Standing in the thicket, black-eyes peer, waiting patiently. The soft-sand shore is narrow and long. A mile or more before closing into dense brush. The fresh water lake, the only one on the planet, is enormous. All life is sustained from this single source. And something isn’t right. A shiver ripples over her; she licks her lips. 

A pack of Gypsy-Hogs waddles cautiously from under the brush; two take up sentry duty while the rest drink thirstily. A crackle in the dry underbrush causes her to turn her head. She watches with interest as the massive, lone wolf stalks down through the shadows, inching closer to the Gypsy-Hogs. The Gypsy-Hogs, unaware of their fate, happily slurp away until one of the sentry’s shrieks a shrill warning. 

She smiles, her lips curling back, her teeth deadly points of white calcium gleaming in the clear moonlight, as the Gypsy-Hogs scatter, their high-squeals echoing across the vast open lake. The wolf’s snarls and crashing in the brush suddenly cease, as a spine-tingling shriek pierces the night-wind. She settles in the brush, licking her paw. The wolf will eat well tonight. 

She smiles at the large Gypsy-Hog crushed under her other front-paw, as it so unfortunately chose to run straight towards her in its attempt to flee the wolf. She, too, will eat well tonight. 

She lets out a mighty roar that shakes the trees and echoes long up and down the lake. Restless.    

“Young and restless; runnin’ outta control…;
young and restless…; headin’ for the… overload…”


Comience como usted desean continuar;
Begin as you intend to continue… 

PS: Not exactly a dream sequence, but inspired by the shadowy-visions I received in a way I can only describe as unconscious consciousness… They have since returned, bringing other visions and sharing their antics… I am busily trying to send them back to Erin on a more permanent basis, I think she needs their care more…
TOMORROW… I have no idea… I’m busy re-writing The Elevator, I may bring you the parts I choose NOT to use… *grin* (maybe you can convince me to use them/it… I hate to waste 7,000 – 10,000 words…)

How bad does it have to get before you wake up and smell the coffee? Before you understand, you are in waaaay over your head and there is no lifeline being thrown? 

How far under do you have to go before you see that a shovel will not dig you out of a hole filled with water? When do you accept defeat? At what stage do you simply say, “I can’t see a way over; around; through or under this muddle?” And when do you stop counting on others to bail you out of circumstances that, while they may not be entirely of your doing, you certainly have no one to blame but yourself? 

And HOW do you keep yourself from losing your mind when you are being taken along on the sinking ship and there is no life jackets on board? And the one steering the boat refuses to load any? 

How do you gracefully ‘stand and accept defeat’ when you are very much aware the one destroying you has laid the plan so carefully and ruined all your dreams and hopes? You see your hard earned rewards snatched from your fingers as you try to clutch at them, clawing. When material things, that shouldn’t mean anything, are tossed to strangers who gleefully run their sticky fingers over the treasures and gloat at the ‘steals’ they’ve just acquired. 

The bile that threatens to spill out of your insides as you stand by, unable to turn back the clock. 

Watching as it slips away. You are grateful you have your life. You think. Some days you think it would be easier if the good Lord would just add you to His calling card. 

You look around. There is nothing left. How long do you wait? How long before you accept the results aren’t going to change. The gavel has been sounded and there is no more hope. The bell has tolled. 

Somehow, you find the strength to rise and look about you, and, like Scarlett, declare, “Tomorrow IS another day.” Unlike Scarlett though, you will not be rebuilding. There is nothing left to build upon. The sand has shifted and the great river has claimed what it once owned. 

How do you fight? Where do you look for the strength to continue? To move on, to restart? 

Mother Nature’s Cruel Justice… We can bend the river, but we cannot break it… 

*soggy hugs*
luv khrys..

PS: Tomorrow IS another day… I may be broken, but I will heal…

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