Maritime Mysteries

In last month’s post I wrote about a story that may or may not be true, the fate of the Ourang Medan, a Dutch freighter supposedly found adrift in the 1940’s.  So for my second post of the month, I decided to write about some more maritime mysteries that have captured people’s imaginations.  So let’s begin.

 

Mary Celeste

“Our vessel is in beautiful trim and I hope we shall have a fine passage.” – Benjamin Briggs, captain of the Mary Celeste, in a letter to his mother.

The mystery of the Mary Celeste is one most people have undoubtedly heard about.  This may be due in no small part to the fact that its story got muddled with fantastical retelling and insane conspiracy theories as to what happened aboard that ship.  But here is the story as we know it:

Mary Celeste originally began life as the Amazon, originally carrying cargo such as timber across the Atlantic.  It had its fair share of misadventures, colliding with fishing equipment and the like, as well as accidentally sinking a naval warship in the English Channel.  Not even ten years after her construction, a storm in 1867 ran her aground and left the ship so damaged that it was deemed a derelict wreck.

Over the next couple of years the ship changed hands a few times, eventually gaining its new name Mary Celeste.  A series of structural changes enlarged the ship greatly, and it eventually came under the command of Benjamin Briggs, who would captain it on the fateful journey.

In the fall of 1872, the ship was loaded up with barrels of denatured alcohol bound for Genoa.  After a brief hiatus to wait for weather conditions to improve, the ship set out on November 5th.  Another ship, the Del Gratia, left port eight days after the Celeste, with a cargo of petroleum, following in the Celeste‘s path.

They would be the ones to discover the ship adrift a month later, in December.

When the crew of the Del Gratia climbed aboard the Celeste, they found that the ship’s rigging and sails were in poor condition, and the single lifeboat was missing.  On top of that, there was some equipment damage, including the ship’s compass housing which had its glass cover broken.  There was a few feet of water in the cargo hold, but not enough to be a danger.  Most of the rooms were wet, but in decent condition, although most of the ship’s papers were gone.  The gallery was neat and orderly, with all equipment stowed away.  There was no obvious sign of fire of violence, which gave the appearance of an orderly evacuation for some unknown reason.

The ship was towed to Gibraltar for a salvage hearing, which is where rumor and misinformation began.  Frederick Solly-Flood, who conducted the hearing, got it into his head that some sort of crime had been committed aboard the Celeste.  Worse still, he accused the ship’s owner of possibly engaging the crew in a mutiny to kill Captain Briggs and then faking a incident with inclement weather.  But Flood’s theories collapsed after scientific analysis of the ship revealed that the stains of red found in several places on the ship were not blood, and that the damage to the timber was nothing more than the natural wrath of the sea.

Numerous theories as to what happened on board the ship range from mutiny all the way to paranormal incidences and even abduction by aliens.  However, one of the more compelling theories is that a pressure-wave type of explosion rocked the cargo hold.  There would have been an impressive flame, but no damage to the ship and no soot left behind.  This could have freaked out the crew, and they abandoned ship, fearing that it would soon explode again and send them all to a watery grave.

Unfortunately, there is no way of ever knowing what really happened.  All we have are our theories.

 

Flannan Isle

“We seemed to stand for an endless while,
Though still no word was said,
Three men alive on Flannan Isle,
Who thought, on three men dead.” – Wilfrid Wilson Gibson, The Ballad of Flannan Isle

The lighthouse in the Flannan Isles off the western coast of Scotland was first lit in December of 1899.  Among other things, it featured a railway track powered by a series of cables and a steam engine to help facilitate the delivery of provisions for the lighthouse keepers and fuel for the light beacon.  These days, the beacon is automated, with a reinforced helipad constructed so that maintenance visits could be done even in extreme weather conditions.

But what the Flannan Isles lighthouse would become infamous for was the disappearance of its three lighthouse keepers in 1900, barely a year after it was lit.  The incident, much like the Mary Celeste, has been subject to speculation and fantasy.  But it has also inspired pop culture, including an episode of “Doctor Who” titled “Horror at Fang Rock” in 1977.

On the 15th of December, 1900, a passing vessel noted that the light in the lighthouse was not lit despite the poor condition of the weather.  It wouldn’t be until nearly two weeks later that another vessel, with the lighthouse relief keeper in tow, visited the isle.  In those days there were four men for the lighthouse: three staying on site, and a fourth back ashore ready to relieve one of the keepers.  No sign of the keepers could be spotted, even after the ship captain blew his horn,  Investigation of the island discovered that the main gate and door were closed, and the beds were unmade.  A set of oilskins (water proof clothing) was also found, suggesting that one of the keepers left without it in a hurry, strange considering the conditions of the storm.

There was still no sign of James Ducat, Thomas Marshall, and Donald McArthur.  It was presumed shortly after that the three lighthouse keepers were dead.

It was discovered that the western landing of the isle had been severely damaged by the recent storms.  The theory then arose that the three lighthouse keepers had been blown over the edge of the cliff or drowned while trying to secure a crane.

Investigation of the log would reveal odd details, such as Donald McArthur crying.  McArthur, who had a reputation for getting into fights, did not seem to type to cry.  There were descriptions of intense storms, which was odd considering that no such storms had been reported in the area leading up to the event.  This suggested that the logs were manufactured somehow or the storms were heavily localized.  The investigation concluded that Marshall and Ducat had gone to secure a box that contained mooring ropes and the like.  McArthur, knowing the danger that the sea could pose on that particular spot (the western edge had a small cave in it, which allowed the water to rush in and then explode outward with surprising force), jumped up from his chair and rushed outside to warn them, leaving his oilskins behind.  The three of them were then swept over the edge by waves, never to be seen again.

Of course, fantasy and reality collided in the years following the incident, much like with the Mary Celeste.  Popular theories included being abducted by foreign spies, they arranged for a boat to take them away to a new life, an attack by a giant sea serpent or giant seabird, and even an encounter with a ghost ship filled with malevolent spirits.  However, the theory of them being swept away by waves or wind remains the most plausible explanation.

 

Carroll A. Deering

“I’ll get the captain before we get to Norfolk, I will.” – Charles McLellan, First Mate of the Deering.

The Carrol A. Deering was constructed in 1919 in Maine, and was one of the last large commercial sailing vessels of its time.  It had been in service for about a year when it began what would be its final voyage.

In July of 1920, the Deering picked up a shipment of coal bound for Rio de Janeiro in Brazil.  The ship’s original captain, William Merritt, fell ill during the journey and was dropped off with his son in Delaware.  Willis B. Wormell, a 66-year old retired sea captain, took command of the ship.  His first mate was chosen to be Charles B. McLellan.

The vessel reached Rio without incident, delivering its cargo as promised.  Captain Wormell gave his crew shore leave and left to meet up with an old captain friend of his.  It was there that he was reported complaining about his crew, saying that he couldn’t trust anyone but his engineer.

In December of 1920, the ship left for Rio and stopped in Barbados for supplies.  It was there that First Mate McLellan got drunk and complained to another captain in port about the apparent lack of discipline on board.  He also said that he’d “get the captain” before the Deering reached Norfolk.  McLellan was promptly arrested, but in a strange twist Captain Wormell forgave him and paid his bail, allowing him back on board the Deering.

The next sighting of the Deering was by a lightship of the coast of North Carolina.  There, a man told the lightship captain through a megaphone that the ship had lost its anchors in a storm off Cape Fear and that the company should be notified.  The lightship captain noted this, but with his radio out was unable to report it.  The following day, another ship noticed the Deering setting a course that would run it aground on the Diamond Shoals, a dangerous spot for ships off of Cape Hatteras.  But the vessel did not see anyone on the deck nor did they try hailing anyone, assuming that the ship would eventually see the either the lighthouse or lightship and steer away.

At the end of January 1921, the ship was spotted at dawn by the Coast Guard station and Cape Hatteras.  It would be another few days before the vessel could be boarded due to the rough waters.

When the ship was boarded, it was found that much of the equipment had been damaged.  Crew personal effects were missing, and the galley appeared to have been in the process of setting up the next day’s meal when the incident occurred.

No signs of life were found on board.

A subsequent investigation came to the conclusion that the ship had undergone a mutiny by the crew, as evidenced by the First Mate’s comments as well as the captains.  However, no official ruling was ever filed.

Other explanations persisted of course.  Piracy was thought to be a possible cause, with even Communist piracy considered.  Hurricanes were considered, although the evidence left behind pointed at an orderly evacuation rather than a panicked one.  Then there was the paranormal explanations, with some claiming aliens abducted the crew (it’s always aliens isn’t it) or that the crew fell victim to the Bermuda Triangle, despite the fact that the ship’s final resting place was several hundred miles away.

Recovery of the ship proved impossible, and it was destroyed using dynamite.

 

Thanks for reading!  I’ll have another post next week, and have a spooky scary October!

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Two-Sentence Horror Stories

I know what you’re thinking…a post on a Thursday?  What kind of backwards Twilight Zone nonsense is this?

Don’t worry, you haven’t slipped into some crazy alternate reality.  It’s October!  The spookiest month of the year.  Being a fan of horror and all things scary, I can’t help but want to celebrate.  So here’s my plan:

I am returning to my old format of posting once a week for the entire month, this time on Thursday.  That way my last post lines up with Halloween itself.  It will be a special one, I can promise you that.

But to start things off, I wanted to take a stab at writing some two-sentence horror stories.  It’s pretty much what it sounds like, a horror story told with only two sentences.  Here’s an example I found online:

“She asked why I was breathing so heavily.  I wasn’t.”

Short and punchy.  While they might not be particularly deep and some of them will probably seem super corny, they make for an interesting writing exercise.  So what follows is my attempt at writing ten of them.  They might not be anything amazing, but it’s a fun little challenge.  So here we go.

(If you like this kind of thing, here is a link to a whole bunch more two-sentence stories for your reading pleasure.)

 

1. He watched as the paramedics lifted the man unto a stretcher, saying something about a drunk driver.  As they slid the gurney into the ambulance, he caught a glimpse of the man’s face and it was his own.

2. The view from the balcony was always beautiful, he thought.  His vision blurred and wobbled as he kicked the chair out from under him and the rope tightened around his neck.

3. She heard her brother’s voice calling her.  It was coming from the woods he disappeared in two years ago.

4. She tried to scream, but it was no good.  They had already sewn her mouth shut.

5. I can’t leave my house.  Every time I try, I wake up.

6. It was a nice day for a jog in the park he thought, until he heard the emergency warning siren.  A blinding flash caused him to shield his eyes, and the last thing he saw was a tower of mushroom fire reaching into the sky.

7. “Ungrateful brats”, he muttered to himself.  They begged and pleaded as he slid the padlock on the cellar door and locked it.

8. Ten minutes after she left, the phone rang and he answered it.  The cops informed him that her body had been decaying in those woods for at least three days.

9. He had always wanted more time.  Now, the sun never rose and strange shadows shifted in the darkness beyond his windows.

10. He heard the thumping in the basement.  But then he wondered…what basement?

 

Thanks for taking the time to read these.  Let me know what you thought down in the comments and look forward to more spooky musings throughout the month.

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Ourang Medan

“All officers, including the captain, are dead.  Lying in chartroom and bridge.  Possibly whole crew dead.

… I die.”

 

This chilling Morse Code message was picked up by two American naval vessels in the 1940’s.  Feeling obligated to investigate, the ship’s location was triangulated with the help of friendly listening posts.  It was then that they realized that the distress call could have only come from one ship:

The Ourang Medan, a Dutch freighter.

After the realization, an American merchant ship known as the Silver Star, was sent to investigate.  It took several hours, but eventually the Ourang Medan was spotted by the ship’s lookout, floating peacefully amongst the waves.  Numerous attempts were made to contact the crew, but to no avail.  No signs of life could be seen aboard the vessel.

A search party was quickly organized, and the Ourang Medan was boarded.  Only then was it apparent that something truly horrific had occurred on the ship, as her decks were littered with the corpses of the crew.  Their faces were etched in macabre images of horror, wide eyes and arms outstretched as if trying to shield themselves from…something.  Even the ship’s dog couldn’t escape, as the poor animal was found to be snarling at whatever had caused the deaths of the crew.  The captain was found, predictably, on the bridge.  The bridge crew were found splayed out in the wheelhouse and the chartroom.  The radio operator, who sent the distress call, was found at his post, hand still clutching the radio in his death throes.

Soon enough, the search party of the Silver Star noticed some odd things.  Despite the temperature of the area being in excess of a hundred degrees, a dark chill could be felt emanating from somewhere on the ship.  The condition of her crew was terrifying to say the least, but no injuries of any kind could be seen.  The Ourang Medan itself had suffered no evident damage, which ruled out any theories of an attack by raiding pirates.

Eventually, the decision was made to tow the Medan back to port.  The ships were tethered together, and the Silver Star began its journey back to land.

It was then that they noticed the smoke.

A fire had broken out in the lower decks of the vessel, presumably in one of the cargo holds.  Odd, because none of the search party had seen a fire or come across any signs of one.  Nevertheless, the decision was made to cut the Medan loose before anything bad happened to the Star.  Moments later, the Medan exploded with enough force to lift the ship clean out of the water.  Then, the ship sunk beneath the waves, taking the remains of her crew and any answers to the mystery of their demise down into the dark depths of the sea.

 

Fascinating story, isn’t it?  But the real mystery is whether or not it even happened.  No records of any ship calling itself the Ourang Medan could ever be located.

There is a possible explanation for this.  A German booklet written in 1954 alleges that the ship was carrying a cargo of potassium cyanide and nitroglycerin.  Such a thing would be considered gross negligence, and if the allegation is true then it could explain the lack of records, as various parties would not want to be held liable for loading a ship with such dangerous cargo.  It would also explain the massive explosion shortly after the Silver Star’s attempt at salvaging.

There are plenty of other theories, ranging from ghostly wraiths to sinister Japanese chemical weapons experiments, but nothing has ever been definitive.  Still, it makes for a very fascinating and haunting story.

 

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50 Years Ago

“That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.”

It’s hard to imagine that it’s been fifty years since those words were uttered.  Yesterday, five decades ago, the Apollo 11 rocket was launched, carrying the first men to ever land on the moon.

Fifty years…over half a lifetime for most people.  And yet, compared to the deep time of the universe, it is insignificant…a mere speck of time.  Less than a cosmic blink.

In the face of such a stark reality, why then does it matter what we did half a century ago?  All of our achievements will eventually be dust and ruins.  Why bother?

It’s all about perspective.  And from the perspective of a being descended from ancient primates, it’s pretty damn impressive that we managed to break gravity’s hold and make our way out into the great, unknown expanse of blackness.

And space travel is still important today.  Many of the things we enjoy or the advancements we have made in technology are owed to work on space exploration.

Here is just a small sampling of things that came from NASA:

  • Artificial limbs
  • Memory foam
  • Cordless vacuum cleaners
  • Freeze Drying
  • Scratch-resistant lenses
  • LASIK eye surgery
  • Water purification

The list could go on.  So many things we have in modern times came about because someone at NASA had to solve a problem for the astronauts up in space.  It can be difficult to comprehend just how much easier and convenient our lives have become simply because of NASA and space exploration.

 

Astronaut

 

It’s easy to forget that with all the political drama going on these days.  But it’s something we really should remember.  Because, if anything, landing on the moon taught us that reaching for the stars isn’t impossible.  Determination, hard work, and diligence will win the day, whether your dream is to fly to the moon or to simply finish a project: be that a painting, book, computer program, or something else.  You fail only if you stop trying.

A lot of humanity’s achievements came about simply because someone said to themselves “hey, I wonder if we could do that”.  And then they did.

Spotlight: Ultraviolet

POTF Ultraviolet Cover

 

I don’t usually talk much about my music tastes on this blog.  I guess I’m still trying to get over my self-consciousness when it comes to that.  For a long time, I preferred not to mention my preferences when it came to music at all because of how snooty people can be.

But nowadays?  Screw that crap.  They can go learn to pull their heads out of their rear ends and step down off their hipster pedestals.

You wouldn’t think it would take until you’re almost thirty to realize that it doesn’t matter what other people think.  But you’d be wrong.

 

Poets of the Fall is a band that I first ran into, of all places, in a video game.  Their song was featured in the end credits of Max Payne 2, a gritty noir-themed stylish shooter game.  But it wasn’t until much later that I decided to actually look them up.  Guess I was still trying to come out of my shell.

Long story short, they became one of my favorite bands.

Their latest album, Ultraviolet, is shades of things new and old.  It definitely still sounds like them, albeit with a bit more electronic music influences in there.  One review summed it up as them sounding a little like an “80’s throwback band”.  Which, if you listen to the original “Mad World” by Tears for Fears, doesn’t seem like too far of a stretch.

Another review I read called it “sad” that they moved more towards electronic stuff and less “real instruments”, which I don’t really get.  If it still sounds good, who cares?  I understand that personal preference plays a factor here, but what does using “real instruments” even mean?  A computer can be considered an instrument, if you choose to use it in that way.

In any case, Ultraviolet is what I would say is a very good album.  It’s not mind-blowing or life-changing, but it doesn’t need to be.  It sounds good, and that’s all that should really matter.  It opens with an up-tempo song, much like their previous albums, and gradually the songs become more and more subdued, with their final song “Choir of Cicadas” almost sounding like a song you’d hear at church, complete with a distorted sounding organ.

There’s definitely a slight shift in the way they sound with this album.  If I had to pin it down, I would say that it sounds more…”theatrical” in nature.  In fact, some of it really reminds me of “Queen”, which is not a bad thing at all.

“My Dark Disquiet” is definitely my favorite out of the album.  It’s got an up-tempo beat and a chorus that flows together extremely well.  It also stands out to me lyrically as one of their best written songs.

I think that’s a big part of the reason I like this band so much: their lyrics are often abstract, forcing you to really think about them if you want to truly understand the song (probably where the “poets” part of their name came from).

It’s definitely more interesting than “BABY BABY BABY, OHHHHHH”, that’s for sure (sorry Justin Bieber).

I guess what I’m trying to say with this post is don’t be ashamed of your musical taste, wherever it comes from and whatever it happens to be.  I’ve known people who say they don’t like music simply because they couldn’t stand the elitist nature of the culture that surrounds it.

I say to hell with that.  These days, with the preponderance of music streaming services, the sheer breadth and depth of music is dizzying to think about.  There’s something out there for literally everyone, regardless of taste.

It doesn’t have to be mind-blowing.  It doesn’t have to be innovative.  You just have to enjoy it.  That’s all.

 

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Let’s Talk About the Generational Divide

I’ve been thinking a bit lately about the constant battle between the generations.  You know what I mean, the age old “back in my day” and “kids these days”.  Every generation seems to think they’re the only ones with their heads on straight and all the others after them are just doing it wrong.  It even goes the other way, with younger generations being bitter towards the older because of a perceived lack of forethought on their part, with their past actions affecting the younger generations in a wide variety of ways, not all of them good.  It’s no secret (or at least it shouldn’t be) that the situation of millennials is a bit screwed, with the cost of living continually going up but wages not keeping the same pace.  All of this leads to a lot of back and forth between young and old, and a lot of resentful feelings.

 

 

“I’m gonna get those dang kids…”

 

I remember when I was younger, video games were often the target of politicians and activists, with both claiming that they warped kid’s brains and made them violent.  Of course, the science never truly backed that up, but it didn’t stop them nonetheless.  It was a new thing that the older folks didn’t understand, and therefore it was dangerous.  They didn’t have video games when they were growing up, so it must just be some fad thing that the kids are into these days.  And as time went on and it became more apparent that video games were here to stay, they drew more and more criticism from people who probably never played a single game in their lives.

It’s the same with tablets and smart phones in today’s world.  I can’t count the amount of times I’ve rolled my eyes when someone says something like “kids these days don’t get outside anymore…they just sit in front of their computer screens and waste away”.  Yeah because clearly your generation was the only one that got it right.  Everyone else is just stupid.

Wait, which generation thought spanking was an acceptable idea again?  I forget.

 

 

The thing is, it also goes the other way.  Often we of the younger generations are bitter towards our elders because we see them as the root cause for a lot of the issues facing us: climate change, student debt, the rising cost of living, and so on.  We felt like we were dealt a bad hand, and that older people just don’t understand that.  So we’re bitter, resentful, and grumpy about our lot in life.

“You ruined the planet, and now we have to pick up the pieces,” we often say.

But here’s the kicker: neither side is technically wrong in this.

 

It’s true, the actions of older generations did have a lot to do with the current climate we live in today, economically and otherwise.  But at the same time, there was likely no good way to predict the effects their choices would have thirty or so years down the line.  However, there is something to be said about self-awareness, about accepting the fact that choices were made which directly led to the predicament the younger generations are in now.

And the older generations aren’t wrong in the idea that new and popular things should be approached with at least a modicum of caution.  Until we know for certain what the effects can be, it might not be wise to simply adopt some new thing or idea without really understanding the ramifications.  But again, immediately assuming that it is bad and rallying against it isn’t the answer either.

It all has to do with understanding.  Understanding goes a long way toward solving our issues.  We should understand that different life situations lead to different mindsets, and one isn’t necessarily better than the other.  We should understand that, for us as human beings, it’s difficult to chart what effect our choices and actions will have decades later.  Sitting down and actually coming together to work on the problems facing us would go a long way.

But instead, it seems most people just want to turn it into a generational pissing contest.

“I was spanked all the time as a kid, and I turned out fine!”

“You voted in people who drove up the price of living, and now we have to deal with it!”

“You young people are so spoiled!  You want everything handed to you!”

“You old farts don’t realize how easy you had it compared to us!”

It just goes on and on with no end.  And it solves nothing.

Every generation has their faults and successes, their pros and cons.  No one is perfect.  It’s the human condition.  So instead of assuming that one size fits all, maybe we would be better served with a multi-faceted approach to our problems.

Words are just words.  Actions are progress.

 

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Let’s Talk About Black Holes

A week ago today, scientists released this image of a black hole:

 

 

And while the image itself might not look too impressive, the context behind it is.  This is the first ever actual photograph of a real black hole.  Not just a conceptual image.  Not an artist’s rendering.  Not a computer generated simulation, but an actual, physical picture of a black hole out there in the universe.  It took a team of over 200 scientists, including Katie Bouman, whose Twitter post showing the image being processed was retweeted by MIT:

 

 

This simple image inadvertently made Bouman the face of the project, turning her into a magnet for praise and a target for criticism from right-wing trolls.  But to talk at length about those types of people would simply lend credence to their opinions and give them the attention they crave.  Besides (and I think Bouman would agree), the achievement itself is more important than whoever was behind it.

The first real image of a black hole…can you imagine that?  Black holes are something science has recognized as existing for many decades, but until now we never had a way of seeing them visually.  We could only tell where they were via their effects on nearby celestial objects.

But just what is a black hole exactly?  Let’s get down to some science.

 

At a basic level, black holes are intense gravitational anomalies in space that are so strong, theoretically not even light can escape once it passes the event horizon.  They are the remains of massive stars that became so big, they collapsed in on themselves.  All stars eventually use up their nuclear fuel, and in a sense, die.  But it is their mass that determines their final fate.  Smaller stars will simply use up their fuel and die a quiet death, often becoming what is known as a planetary nebula and leaving a small “white dwarf”, what remains of the star’s core.

 

A planetary nebula.

 

However, if the star is large enough, it will manage to fuse heavier elements such as helium and carbon once its supply of hydrogen runs out.  But once it finally runs out of fuel, the star will collapse in what is known as a “supernova”.  Think of it as a massive explosion, larger and more powerful than any bomb you’ve ever seen by billions of trillions of times.  These explosions are so powerful that it’s pretty much impossible to wrap your mind around it.  The aftermath of a supernova can take the form of two things: a neutron star, which is the collapsed core of the former star, or a black hole.  It all depends on how large the star is.  And once the star has collapsed, the black hole can get even bigger by consuming the matter around it.

Black holes, simply put, are the most destructive force in the known universe.  And there is a supermassive black hole at the heart of nearly every galaxy in the universe, including the Milky Way.  But don’t worry, we’re not in any danger of being eaten by it anytime soon.  They mostly just serve as a gravitational anchor, keeping planets and stars in their orbits.  Besides, our Sun will run out of fuel eons before there’s any reason to worry about the black hole at the center of our galaxy.

The vast time of the universe…kinda makes your head hurt doesn’t it?

 

Check back on the third Wednesday of May for another post, and as always, thanks for reading.

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