The pool is still there,
Up the steps
Where happy people
Laugh and love.
Their world is sun and blue.
My heart is still there,
Up the steps.
But I no longer
Laugh or love.
My world was sun and blue.
Romance by Shona Silverman
The pool is still there,
Up the steps
Where happy people
Laugh and love.
Their world is sun and blue.
My heart is still there,
Up the steps.
But I no longer
Laugh or love.
My world was sun and blue.
The cicadas chirped
As evening cooled.
In single beds we called
“Come here.”
Together we dreamed,
Our ways entwined.
Cicadas still chirp
As evening cools.
In single beds we call
“Goodnight, dear”
And turn over to dream
Our separate ways.
On our honeymoon
We took a pedalo
Across the water,
Pedalling together
In time and in love.
I stand on the beach
And watch a pedalo
Across the water,
They move together
In time and in love.
He turns to her
Then laughter comes
Across the water,
Lapping cold at my feet
And I am alone.
Secret tracks wait,
Lined silver green,
Climb hillsides touched
By summer sun.
With my love I walked
Those secret tracks,
Olive groves caressed
By summer sun.
The trees still wait,
But love, long lost,
No longer walks
The secret tracks.
Remember the island of dreams.
I walked with my love
Through olive groves.
Air thick with heat,
Joyful insects calling.
Now I walk alone
Through olive groves,
Dragging through dust,
Mournful insects calling.
Remember the island of lost dreams.
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She lies back and floats in the pool,
Her breasts are round hills, sweet fruit.
He floats with her and their eyes connect.
Waves sparkle, reflections of their hearts.
I lie back and watch the pool, once my world
When my breasts were sweet fruit.
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I close my eyes
And warm wind teases.
It plays with my hair,
Slips over bare shoulders.
I reach out to him
And his joyless glance
Is all that remains
Of our faded love.
I cry for the times
We loved and played,
As the warm wind
Slipped over our shoulders.
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My hair is black, my skin is brown.
We make love in the afternoon heat
While the sea sparkles in the southern sun.
My hair is grey, my skin is worn.
I read a book in the afternoon heat.
The sea still sparkles in the southern sun.
He started the engine,
She climbed on behind.
Sitting astride she reached
To hold him.
The engine grew loud,
Together they moved.
She was always safe
Riding with him.
I sit in the same place
And watch the river.
You are not here,
I miss you already.
I want you to choose me,
To change and to try.
Bring me flowers and a card
That says you are sorry.
Restless in body and restless in mind,
Waiting to hear words from you.
I know why it happened and what I did wrong,
Jumped in, defences too few.
Addiction was fast and I did not resist,
Withdrawal a cruel retreat.
Uncaring, heartless, you think you are strong,
Silence reflects your conceit.
Walking to wash out your drug from my head,
Waiting to hear words from you.
One Man
A Loved Man
Handsome, Cheeky
Stylish, Naughty, Marvellous
Interesting, Intelligent
Perfect
One Man
A Complex Man
Drunken, Sad
Fickle, Ignorant, Selfish
Egocentric, Missing
Lost
One Man
Turning my back
And walking away.
The hardest thing
I’ve ever done.
Away from you,
Breaking my heart.
Must keep walking,
Do not stop.
The last “I love you”
Never dies.
I left a piece
Of me with you.
I look for you, where are you now?
I seek your face, repeat your name.
Intelligent, a man with flair,
With skilful touch but selfish game.
A handsome face that let me down.
I can’t hate you, my fault I’m lonely
A complex man, so special, rare.
You’re still my favourite “if only”.
You’re gone and yet still here,
Infusing my thoughts.
You’re silent and yet you speak,
Leaving my goodbye unanswered.
You’re gone and yet I see you,
A face of sorrow, one single tear.
You’re strong and yet too weak
To change your ways for me.
You’re gone and yet unknowing,
I was ready to say I love you.
He broke my heart. No, he did not.
I was the one who let him do it.
He asks me to stay. I want to go.
I am the one who is hurt.
It could be different. So wonderful.
But instead it burns inside.
I let him come in. Let him get close.
Allowed him to hurt me.
My eyes burn. Heart of pain.
My head says run away.
No promises from him. No matter.
Even his words cannot be trusted.
I wait for night to come. To pass.
To sleep away my goodbye.
The night comes. With the tears.
Thoughts of the man who does not care.
What is next? What should I do?
The same thoughts again and again.
I let him come in. Let him get close.
This mess is of my making.
Armour on. Defences up.
This will never happen again.
Lesson learnt. Smarter now.
But tonight he broke my heart.
I step from the shower and he is there, watching.
Smiling inside as fragrant water drips,
I wiggle just a little bit as if to shake it off
And turn around, bending for the towel.
He exhales noisily and I pretend not to hear,
Still smiling inside I turn to face him.
Now the towel is around my shoulders,
It moves over me and he is spellbound.
I wrap my breasts from view, his gaze lowers.
The towel follows it down, his mouth is open.
Oh what power I wield with the flick of cloth!
I lift it to dry my hair, he rises to my command.
The towel is around me again, he steps forward.
Face lowered, my eyelash gaze speaks silently.
I feel strong arms around my shoulders,
He kisses my face, his hands explore.
I press against him, hot inside the towel.
His lips are on my neck, I gasp at his power!
The towels falls softly away
And I am enwrapped in his love.
I lied.
Lied to myself
When I said he loved me.
Lied to the world
When I said I was happy.
Lied to my diary
When I said it was good.
Lied to my heart
When I said it was right.
Lied to my soul
When I said he was mine.
Lied to him too
When I said I loved him.
I lied.
I hold my glass,
Sitting on the bench.
A review of the important things:
Lovers, conflicts, mistakes, regrets.
It’s summer solstice, the longest day.
Last year I had hope.
I lift my glass
And realise this is the low point.
I hold my glass,
Sitting on the bench.
A review of the important things:
Lovers, friends, success, satisfaction.
It’s summer solstice again.
Last year I had no hope.
I lift my glass
And realise that my life is good.
Curves and loops
Grow on my skin.
Does beauty without
Echo beauty within?
The artist’s touch
I do not feel.
Two cultures meet,
Find peace surreal.
Back on the street side,
Into sunlight’s warm caress.
At once feeling unhurried,
Time to have coffee.
Round tables in a little café,
Hugging under bright umbrellas
That flap and fuss
In hazed summer breeze.
This Spanish afternoon
Is late, with empty chairs
Except one man.
She hadn’t noticed him.
Her eyes compelled.
Lifting a cup to drink
He moves, a subtle glance.
Does he see her?
Looking down she hides,
Demurely watches his hands.
One holds an open book,
The other finds a slim cigar.
He turns to face her,
Sunglasses lifted.
Intelligent eyes light
A well-tanned face.
He says hello.
Embarrassed gasp,
Her reply fumbles
An apology, brushed aside.
His smile disarms,
She sits with him.
Small talk starts
A new chapter.
She’s beautiful
But he can’t see.
Soulful eyes,
Her face delight.
Honeyed voice
Of caramel.
Confident yet sensitive,
Knows her mind
And stands her ground.
I can see she’s beautiful.
He sees her eyes
But not her soul,
Hears her words
In monotone.
He’s brazen and insensitive,
Can’t know her mind
Or share her world.
Unfulfilled she waits.
He takes her when
He’s minded to,
Neglects her love
In days between.
She’s beautiful
But he can’t see.
She once heard that the mountain goat
Has longer legs on left or right.
To make life easy on the slope,
It isn’t true, not even might.
She also heard it’s winter time
When flu attacks and weakens you.
Although she fell for that old line,
Odd-legged goats are just as true.
Listless, fevered, feeling blue,
Headache matched by her sore throat.
She now believes in summer flu,
But not odd legs on some old goat.
He walks ahead,
My pace too slow.
Rising track
From forest dark.
Bird song lines
A sandy way.
Drained, fatigued,
The gap grows more.
Hedges bind
A hiding place.
Waiting there,
His eyes love me.
I run my fingers over grey bones,
Trace out skeletons that never lived.
I lift the paper’s yellowed edge,
It’s last month’s news.
My nails, dirty, broken, peel the paint
From sunburnt cars that no-one wants.
My world is black rocks and broken roads,
You will leave and I won’t care.
Stubborn life, poverty rooted
In crumbling rock and sand.
Fierce and thorny to survive,
Waiting for the rain.
Love comes, thorns do not defend.
Beauty flowers, blushing pink
In ephemeral, fleeting delight.
Revel now, for this is you.
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I hope you’ll enjoy your free sample of Coffee In Castillo. Be sure to have coffee with Abbey in Cafetería de la Luz whilst you’re there. Will Abbey’s hopes become reality? Will Lewis be everything she dreams of? Could Rita or Luke stand in her way? What roles will Vanessa and Jackie play? There’s so much more to discover and you’re invited to stay on in Castillo as the story unfolds.
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Do you still want to dine with me
In the café on that secret street?
You know, the one we always loved
And went there secretly to meet.
I’m sure the place must still be there,
Meet me tonight, let’s go and see.
You are the one I’ve always loved,
Do you still want to dine with me?
The clouds parted for a moment.
Sunlight through the window,
Hope swept across my world.
The clouds parted for a moment.
Laughter lit his eyes,
His smile called my heart.
The clouds parted for a moment.
Two men stood at the bar. Convivial chatter rose and fell behind them, peppering them with women’s voices that bubbled and shrieked. The door to Cafetería de la Luz was propped open, jammed in position by a hand-sized wedge of wood. The ancient timber chock was bruised and beaten. Every edge and corner of it had been rounded off by the daily battering that was its only reward for a life of lowly service. Chirping cicadas hid amongst the tired remains of summer leaves out on the boulevard, each still calling forlornly for a mate. Their rasping tones, the ever-present sound of the Mediterranean night, stole uninvited into La Luz. Lewis drew on a cigar and the tip of the leaf-brown stick glowed orange. The smoke curled away, escaping to join the noisy insects under the warm blanket of another southern night.
“To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive” – Robert Louis Stevenson.
It’s a oft-quoted mantra and it’s one that helps guide me, another facet of the journey versus destination concept that I explored in Live The Journey.
Journey. What does the word bring to mind? A road trip, an ocean voyage, a long flight? That seems reasonable enough. These are the real-life journeys that you make. You plan the trip, buy tickets, book hotels. You can feel these journeys – smell the burning fuel, hear the engines, rock to the vibrations. The world passes by your window, scenery changes.
What about the other journeys that you make, the ones that exist fleetingly in your head when you daydream? Fantasy journeys, unbounded by borders. Guided by your imagination you travel in hope, seeking and finding. In these amazing journeys you can go wherever you like. You pass through a stargate into another world, a place where you are master. Here the stars shine at your calling. Night or day, rain or sun, it’s your choice.
Your fantasies may seem futile, little more than a forlorn attempt to escape your world and find a better place. They should not be dismissed so lightly. If you cannot envision what you really want then how can you ever hope to reach that place? Don’t be afraid to dream your journey. To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive.
Nothing is perfect, nothing is complete, nothing lasts forever. That’s what I’ve been told. So why do we squander so much of our lives searching for precisely these things? Is it something primeval, seated deep within out human spirit, that drives us on relentlessly? We seek perfection and completeness in our romantic lives, always hoping that we’ll find “the one” and it will last… forever.
A friend called me a couple of days ago. “I’ve been married for a third of my life,” she lamented, “and it’s all been for nothing.” Was it for nothing? There were good times, many of them. There was love and laughter, caring and companionship. It didn’t last forever. Like I said, nothing does. But it was lovely at the time, the years filled with joy and happiness. No, it was not for nothing.
Life is a journey. That’s a very tired cliché and it should have been retired long ago. The trouble is, it’s true! Don’t spend your hours lamenting what has passed. Remember those times for what they really were – spent happily with someone you loved, doing what you both wanted to do right then, in the moment. As we drive on down the road of life, things will change. You will win, then you will lose. Now you must keep going and discover what is waiting for you around the next corner.
Anticipate the destination… but live the journey.
The clouds parted and drew back to the mountains. They revealed the cleanest black sky, washed, cooled, purified by the evening rain. The town of Castillo, a maze of contrast between deep shadow and bright electric light, stood crisply outlined. Everything was wet and fresh, renewed and reborn, ready to face the fair temper of the brief Spanish winter. The eaves dripped and splashed down into puddles. Rivulets trickled into drains, carrying away the dust of summer.
A folded umbrella leaned against an artist’s easel, together forming geometric triangles with feet set securely on the paving stones and tips pointing at the white pinpricks of stars above. Across the plaza, the rectangles of the store windows transformed late shoppers from coloured figures with faces and eyes into the blank forms of dark silhouettes as they passed. A night-time mirage of textured lights and distorted shapes was coarsely mirrored in the wet streets…
The wind was light, just enough to set slack ropes clinking against metal masts. Abbey and Lewis sat on a wall, looking out over the marina and listening to the soft slop of wavelets that played between the boats and ran aground on the stones below their feet. Oblivious fish shoals played along the rocky edges in the warmth of the glassy shallows, hunting for morsels amongst the grey crags. Abbey shaded her eyes to look beyond the marina. The sea sparkled, energised by a sun-whitened sky. Lewis tugged his sunglasses up to scan the white rows of pleasure craft, then dropped them back onto his nose.
‘Which yacht is it?’ he asked.
‘I don’t know. She said it’s blue and white.’
‘There’s a blue one over there.’ Lewis pointed into the glare.
‘Where? Oh yes. I didn’t see that one. But it might be this one.’ Abbey pointed into a different part of the blinding light.
‘Why didn’t you ask her? It could be any of them. There are hundreds of blue and white ones.’
‘Don’t exaggerate, Lewis.’
‘Alright, half a dozen then.’
Abbey chortled. ‘It’s hard to see anything from here.’
‘You need some sunglasses. I thought you had a pair.’
‘I did but you sat on them. Remember?’
‘Well, you shouldn’t have left them in the beach bag. How could I know?’
‘So, why did you sit on the bag? Oh, forget it.’ Abbey reached around Lewis and pulled his mouth onto hers, smothering his protests and bringing the bickering to an end…
Remember the good times.
He came to haunt this morning
And I cried for all the pain.
The fall-outs and fights,
Lies and deceits.
He loved me a lot.
I kept all his gifts,
Not just jewellery and clothes
But memories too.
Laughing as one in strange countries,
Cicadas by the window as we slept.
Creating precious children
Whose voices I still hear.
Remember the good times.
“Abbey followed Lewis to the edge of the terrace, to her favourite spot. The sky was deepest indigo blue, a velvet cloth pierced by the youngest evening stars. She felt his arms around her as the first fireworks burst over the town, scattering cascades of glittering flowers. His lips pressed against hers…”
The summer breeze flows over your skin, softly lifts your hair. Its warm caress is pure and clean. Alive, breathing, it is perfumed with sea, sand and love.
Walk a little while across the yielding sand, feel his hand in yours. Evening drifts in with the wind, enwrapping you in silky orange sunset.
Now pause, turn to face him. The wind teases your hair across your face. Brush it away, lift your eyes to his. Can you feel his arms tighten around your shoulders?
Brush your lips against his. Run your fingers through his hair. Caress him, enwrap him. Will you be his summer breeze?
Things change. Life changes.
Yesterday, pretty artist Abbey was married. Today she is single. What will happen tomorrow? The same boring job, surely. Night after night in the tiresome company of her lazy, bickering teenage son and her grumpy, ageing mother. Loneliness under the miserable grey skies of England.
Tomorrow comes and Abbey is right, but only just. She still has that dull job but could not have guessed that it would take her on a business trip to Spain. And how could she have anticipated meeting charming expat writer Lewis there? Suave and handsome, Lewis lives in a different world. His realm is filled with light, warmth and passion. Is there room for Abbey in this place? Could this be her last chance in love?
Things are changing, quickly. Driven by her desire for love, seduced by sunlight and Lewis’ emerald eyes, Abbey braves the challenges of a strange country. She finds herself drawn inexorably deeper into his world. Compelling and charismatic, Lewis is irresistible yet unreachable. The lines of love are drawn in the sand and the battle to capture his heart begins.
Join Abbey in this heartening, nimbly-paced romance. Share her hopes and fears, her sorrow and joy. Leave the chill rain of England behind and experience the exotic heat of the Spanish summer. Laugh with the locals in a little café, mingle with colourful fiesta crowds, walk with Abbey along a lonely seashore.
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Abbey was always daydreaming. Her mind left the office and slipped away from the grey English skies. It escaped to hot, sunny places where palm trees grew and there were no folders full of papers to analyse. She used to paint beach scenes when she was younger, fantasy-like sunsets reflected in gentle seas whose waves kissed the golden sand. Relax, you’re in Spain now. Half an hour is nothing. Abbey remembered Lewis’ words. Ah, Lewis. She had thought of little else since she got back to England. Imprinted upon her vision, his face haunted her. Like the fragrance of his drifting cigar smoke he was always there, following her, teasing her. Yet she knew so little about him. Abbey sighed. She had not had the presence of mind even to find out his surname, even less his telephone number or address. He was gone now, a lost dream.
Will Abbey find love in Spain? Is Lewis a lost dream? Find out in Coffee In Castillo, the compelling new romance by Shona Silverman.
What can be more exhilarating than an adventure like this? Turning onto the runway in the clean morning crispness, hearing the roar of powerful engines, lifting into an azure sky. Rita is Abbey’s mother and she’s never been to Spain before. Let’s join her at the airport.
“The sky was cloudless, a radiant domed heaven ghosted through with the palest aquamarine. Surely it was too weak, too thin and fragile to support anything. Rita sat on a bench, accompanied by a collection of matching luggage. Enchanted, she gazed as silver darts cut upwards through the transparent film, magically streaking aloft on invisible threads spun by modern-day wizards. It was astonishing how much technological progress had been made in the fleeting decades of her lifetime.”
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Abbey looked straight at him and felt something odd inside her. What was it that drew her so powerfully to this man? She spent a few moments admiring his face. It was healthily tanned and well-proportioned. The light set into the terrace roof set shards of green fire blazing in his mischievous eyes. ‘Will it be sunny tomorrow? What’s the weather forecast?’ Abbey asked absent-mindedly.
‘Weather forecast?’ Lewis laughed softly. ‘Oh, we don’t need to listen to the forecast. It’s June now. It will be sunny every day until September.’ He paused for a minute. He used to live in England too. ‘Well, it will be like that nearly every day,’ he admitted.
‘It sounds just perfect.’ Abbey’s envy flickered again. ‘You must love living here.’
‘I like it in Spain. If I didn’t then I would not have stayed. But I don’t enjoy it when it’s hot all the time. Luckily you sometimes get a few cloudy days.’ His face brightened. ‘Oh, and of course there are the storms too, especially towards the end of the summer.’
Lewis enjoyed the storms. Packed with emotion, they quietly waited on sultry afternoons, building and filling. Their towers grew, dark and foreboding, reaching above the mountains and finally descending, rushing down to lash Castillo. He liked the anticipation, then the release. In his books, he loved writing as if he were a storm, erecting a tower of emotion, decorating it with hope and charging it with jealousy. Then he would bring the tower crashing down, unleashing it, sweeping everything away in a tumultuous climax.
‘Yes, I like the storms.’ Lewis said quietly as he came back into the real world, to his terrace and the warm night and this beautiful woman. ‘More wine?’
Exhilarating, compelling, the romance continues in Coffee In Castillo.
It’s a warm summer evening in Castillo and all your friends are waiting for you in Cafetería de la Luz. Wear something cool. That lovely dress you found at the market in the old town will be just perfect!
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Escape from England’s dreary grey weather. Seek love on the sun-kissed shores of Spain in the latest novel from Shona Silverman. A thought-provoking, roller-coaster ride of emotions that will keep you page-turning as each colourful vista is revealed. Make new friends, discover a world of warmth and passion that you have only dreamed of… until now.
Coffee In Castillo – heartwarming, contemporary romance that you’ll love reading.
Today you can join Abbey in Castillo for free! Fly out to Spain with Abbey, meet Lewis in Juan’s little café, walk with them along the beach and through the old town.
Download your free sample of Coffee In Castillo right now and embark on the romantic journey of your dreams. You can read this PDF on any device including your laptop, iPad, iPhone or Android tablet or mobile phone.
I hope you’ll enjoy your free sample of Coffee In Castillo. Be sure to have coffee with Abbey in Cafetería de la Luz whilst you’re there. Will Abbey’s hopes become reality? Will Lewis be everything she dreams of? Could Rita or Luke stand in her way? What roles will Vanessa and Jackie play? There’s so much more to discover and you’re invited to stay on in Castillo as the story unfolds.
I’d love your feedback even if it’s just a few words so please tell me what you think. Thank you for spending time with us in the romantic, colourful world of Coffee In Castillo.
Shona x
It’s raining in England. Look out of the window, what do you see? Water dripping from the roof-tops, grey houses half-hidden in the mist.
It’s sunny in Spain. What do you see? Palm fronds nodding in the warm breeze, bright apartments bathed in sunlight.
Remember last week, when you were in Spain? You met Lewis in a little sea-front café. It was sunny and the palm trees were rustling in a gentle, warm breeze that caressed your skin. Now look again through that dreary English window, but this time dare to dream.
I love writing, it’s as simple as that. It’s what I do every day. With my favourite music playing in the background I barely see the screen in front of me. My fingers flow over the keyboard, words stream out, my characters move, speak, dance for me.
Creating a compelling story, recording bright sun-lit days and warm starry nights is a passion in itself. I get lost for hours when I’m writing and you can share in all of this dream-time. Every twist, each nuance that channels through me into my books is always waiting for you to read.
Writing is a beautiful way for me to lose myself for hours. Reading is its heavenly counterpart and it’s my gift to you. Be my travelling companion, enjoy those gorgeous scenes now. Download your free sample of Coffee In Castillo and get reading right away. You can read the PDF on any device including your laptop, iPhone, iPad, Android tablet or mobile. Like I said, it’s my gift to you!
Shona x
Things change. Life changes.
Yesterday, pretty artist Abbey was married. Today she is single. What will happen tomorrow? The same boring job, surely. Night after night in the tiresome company of her lazy, bickering teenage son and her grumpy, ageing mother. Loneliness under the miserable grey skies of England.
Tomorrow comes and Abbey is right, but only just. She still has that dull job but could not have guessed that it would take her on a business trip to Spain. And how could she have anticipated meeting charming expat writer Lewis there? Suave and handsome, Lewis lives in a different world. His realm is filled with light, warmth and passion. Is there room for Abbey in this place? Could this be her last chance in love?
Things are changing, quickly. Driven by her desire for love, seduced by sunlight and Lewis’ emerald eyes, Abbey braves the challenges of a strange country. She finds herself drawn inexorably deeper into his world. Compelling and charismatic, Lewis is irresistible yet unreachable. The lines of love are drawn in the sand and the battle to capture his heart begins.
Join Abbey in this heartening, nimbly-paced romance. Share her hopes and fears, her sorrow and joy. Leave the chill rain of England behind and experience the exotic heat of the Spanish summer. Laugh with the locals in a little café, mingle with colourful fiesta crowds, walk with Abbey along a lonely seashore.
Will Abbey win Lewis’ love? Can her dream become reality? The answers lie in the sultry world of Coffee In Castillo.
Today you can join Abbey in Castillo for FREE! Fly out to Spain with Abbey, meet Lewis in Juan’s little café, walk with them along the beach and through the old town.
Download your FREE sample of Coffee In Castillo right now and embark on the romantic journey of your dreams. You can read this PDF on any device including your laptop, tablet, iPad, iPhone or Android mobile.
I hope you’ll enjoy your free sample of Coffee In Castillo. Be sure to have coffee with Abbey in Cafetería de la Luz whilst you’re there. Will Abbey’s hopes become reality? Will Lewis be everything she dreams of? Could Rita or Luke stand in her way? What roles will Vanessa and Jackie play? There’s so much more to discover and you’re invited to stay on in Castillo as the story unfolds.
I’d love your feedback even if it’s just a few words so please tell me what you think. Thank you for spending time with us in the romantic, colourful world of Coffee In Castillo.
Shona x
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