First, a wee bit of vocabulary here...

In both races, the women tend to be bigger.

Note, as well, the typical dress and behavior of Shasheerians as the story excerpt progresses...
I woke up slowly, with a buzzing sound and cataleptic, unable to move. I just had one hell of a weird dream! Or was it? Had I been to a real place and a real decision-making meeting? A meeting that was held in heavenly... uh... spheres... for lack of a better term?

I heard a voice, male, a deep, soothing and comforting voice...
"... Now lay there, stay relaxed. Keep your eyes closed. Lift a finger of your right hand when you can..."

The buzzing and hissing slowly subsided. The dead-numb feeling was leaving, bringing in its wake a nice tingling. Finally, my effort to raise one of my right-hand's fingers was successful.

"Quickly..." began a soft female voice, "Tell us what happened, what you saw and what was said."
"Yes, it is important to tell us now, or else you will forget..."

I did remember...
I began to tell my two Hosts what happened. I began to realize the two were Psychiatrists/Hypnotists involved in... my case.
I said:
"I was in a place of exquisite peace and beauty! Something like nature all around. We were discussing about what I wanted to do with the opportunity that had arose."
"Who is the "we"?" Asked the male Doctor.
"Three radiant beings... like Angels but... without the wings... well, that's just a stereotype..."
"Please do NOT analyze" insisted the female Doctor gently, "That is left-brain interference. We will analyze later."
I continued, "They said I could choose... Continue with the life among the society I found so unbearable, or, trade physical incarnations with the man who finds life in his society unbearable... But whose society has all the things I like! It was the society of my life-long imagination! My day-dreams! I had no idea it was real! But if I went to the new society, I would never see my family again... until we meet after physical incarnations."
The male Doctor asked, "Was this other person, this other man, willing to make the trade?"
"Yes" I replied, "I was informed he had already decided and was merely waiting for someone willing to trade and whose Higher Self agreed to the trade. They also assured me that he is a well evolved soul, higher than my level, and would be as nice or even nicer to my Parents and Siblings as I ever was. My Parents would not notice the difference except for a pleasingly better attitude toward life and especially, society."
The female Doctor asked, "Was any reason given why you, and this other man by the way, had such vivid imaginations of a land they had never seen?"
I replied, "I was informed it was merely past-life memories surfacing in the form of imagination, and a form of soul-based home-sickness. And the reason for the other man having a series of past lives in my society, and me having a series of past lives in his society, is due to an apparent mistake in the birthing process from the astral side. Though this kind of mistake is rare, every once in a millennium, or less, it happens. Originally, I was supposed to be born in the society I had imagined about all my life, and the other man was supposed to be born in my society. After the mistake had occurred, both our Higher Selves agreed to let it go. We could still benefit from the different incarnation experience. But as time went on and both of us grew up and became adults, the friction between what both of us were used to and the very different society we found both ourselves in became intolerably great. Plus both our souls were just plain homesick. Apparently he, as I, became recluses, hating to mingle with any kind of societal function, be it job, or something that most people consider enjoyable such as parties or going to the mall or a populated park. Both of us lived as far in the wildernesses of our respective worlds as possible and tried to work at home, so we would not have commute to a job. If either of us went out, it was to go to a remote wilderness and hike endlessly. After a time, our Higher Selves realized we were stagnant. We were gaining nothing in our incarnation. No karmic debts were being taken care of, and nothing learned. If anything, I anyway (I don't know about the other man), accrued more karmic debt by being occasionally cruel to people, though in a light way, such was my repulsion of society. I had not successfully figured out how to live way out in the boonies and I was becoming impatient and a little mean."
"This is very good!" encouraged the lady Doctor, "Please continue!"
I continued, "The other man, with his somewhat more evolved soul and living in a society that was pretty well advanced in their understanding of metaphysical issues, initiated an investigation into himself. He began seeing Psychiatrists, getting hypnotized and investigating his past lives. Thanks to his well evolved soul, he quickly mastered meditation and out-of-body excursions to find information. He accessed his Akashic records, met with Spirit Guides and communicated with his own Higher Self. His Higher Self and Guides agreed, if a willing person, OR, better yet, if a person with a similar but opposite mistake in birth could be found, and was willing, that other man's soul would be allowed to trade physical incarnations with the other willing soul.
It was not long until my own Higher Self received the call that traveled the entire Universe. The situation was near perfect. Both the other man and I had been born at the same time as far as physical-plane-time is concerned. I had been born in his society, and he had been born in my home-land society.
So, I had to decide. I actually met with this other man. He was there during his conscious out-of-body projection, while I was there during a dream-state. It took me what seemed like days in this high level spiritual plane to decide. My Guides said take your time. What seems like days is only a few seconds on the physical-plane.
My Higher Self advised that my Karmic debts, and they were aplenty, could begin to be paid if I was back in my own familiar society..."...

Here, we cut out some material for purposes of compacting this sample. The complete story will be available in the main site.

..."Excellent, excellent!" exclaimed the male Doctor softly. "And now, before we bring you out of it, is there any final advice or counsel the Guides gave you before sending you here?"
I replied, "The other man himself told me, two physically alive Healers would help me get oriented as well as assistance from that society's official establishments; I guess he meant the government. The Guides told me I would quickly get used to the new society, after all, it is the society I spent several past lives in and is the society I am used to, and should have been born into with in first place. And they said look for Samirah, she will still go by that name. And they told me, I can go by my name, Alex, when I get back to my society as well."
"Okay! All right then!" announced the male Doctor, "I think we have as much as we can get from this. Time to bring you out of it, and show you around. First, what do you feel, feel that is, your name is now?"
I replied, "Al... Ste... Steve. No, Alex. I... used to be, or still am? Called Steve?"
"Good!" replied the male Doctor, "That was just a little test. You will find that much of what you need to know for daily living will be supplied by your physical brain. We'll explain more later. Right now though, I want you to lie calmly and listen to the count...
I am going to count down from ten to one. On the count of one, you will awake feeling refreshed and energized! All your five senses will function perfectly, brilliantly and beautifully. You will be fully alert and ready to explore your new, and rightful, home! Are you ready?"
"Yes" I replied as I settled in. I was pretty much used to this counting business of hypnosis from the Psychiatrist of the society I... apparently left..."
"Okay now..." began the male Doctor softly, "I will begin counting, now...
Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven... Remember, when I count down to one, you will awake feeling refreshed and energized! All your five senses will function perfectly, brilliantly and beautifully. You will be fully alert and ready to explore your new, and rightful, home!
Six... Five... Four... Three... Two... ONE! Wake UP. WAKE UP! You are awake and feeling GREAT!"
I opened my eyes for the first time to my new world... and wow! The first thing I saw!...

Just like in my imagination as expressed through my art and stories, the two Doctors...
Were you expecting someone in white smocks or perhaps, office attire? (Since we are dealing with Psychiatrists here, the stereotype sometimes is just conservative office attire.)
First my eyes were drawn to the woman, then the man, then back to the woman!
The only thing between over seven feet of powerful athletic woman and the air was a black thong patch over her genital! Oh and she did have a necklace and ear-rings. But that was it! She had mid-length smooth flowing blond hair framing a strong but kind face. Her hair draped about her powerful shoulders with well developed deltoid muscles. Her firm breasts jutted way out, on a foundation of well developed pectoral muscles underneath. The sum of big chest muscles with ample breasts on top gave her an awesome breast-build.

The man was a pillar of muscle as well. The woman was every bit as big and powerful as he, with legs clearly larger and more powerful than his. They both had legs of steel-cable muscle. He had a rippling chest, great arms, and a tummy, like hers, that could be used as a washing board! He was separated from the air only by a patch of cloth that barely contained his... male genital... when relaxed.

Then... then... I noticed myself!
Looking down, I could see my own tummy, bumpy with bulging abs. I also saw two huge and powerful legs, and bikini pants, sort of like a very brief bathing suit.
The office or room was dark, lit by a single candle behind me. I began to think, did my imagination miss the mark? I imagined them with solar-energy. Do they live primitively with candles?

The nearly naked muscle-lady Doctor stepped forward to help me from the couch. I was a bit wobbly as I stood up. She held me secure, her grip was like a vice. Her powerful build was a secure source of stability as I regained my footing.

"Let me bring up the lights a little" said the male Doctor as he turned a knob on the wall. Electric lights, up to then completely off, came on gradually to a dim level. He said, "We'll leave the lights at that level for a few minutes."
"I started to think you all only had candles" I laughed, nervously.
"Oh no," replied the male Doctor, "But we find the steady, good vibrational rate of the light of a candle to be extremely conducive to hypnosis and out-of-body excursions."

"Come over here," the lady Doctor said as she led me, "Get to know your new body..."
She led me to a full length mirror. I took one look at that sight of muscular fitness in brief bikini panties and exclaimed, without thinking, "Good heavens! I'm a knock-out! ... Whoops..."
"Oh that's quite all right! You are a knock-out!"

As I spent a good deal of time admiring myself, the male Doctor turned up the lights more.

"Let us now introduce him to the man he used to be in so far as other people can see are concerned, and present him with some decisions on what to do from here..." announced the male Doctor as he gradually set the lights on full brightness. He walked over behind the couch and blew out the candle. We left that windowless room to another room with windows brilliantly lit by the light of day, about two in the afternoon.

"So you were an artist, and I gather, you painted a lot about your so called, imaginary, society and the people there..." the male Doctor stated, "Okay, now take a look at these..."

I walked over to a table with many print-outs of copies of paintings.
"These are the paintings your body did while occupied by Steve. Behold..."

I gazed upon the workings of a man's imagination that was the exact, diametric opposite of my own!
His paintings depicted huge cars with big engines that would whisk one any where effortlessly without pedaling and in home-like comfort, complete with stereo. Other paintings depicted the keeping of carnivorous, sometimes ferocious animals as pets.
The male Doctor commented, "These ferocious pets-paintings of his made Steve's Parents wonder if he was somehow mentally unwell. Nobody here keeps anything carnivorous, let alone ferocious. In the country, animals and people who eat meat are considered incarnated demons and are feared. In this more sophisticated Central Capital, the "big city", carnivores are merely avoided. Relegated to the forest wilderness to keep nature's balance, anything carnivorous has no place in the city!"

The first thought that entered my mind was "large dogs", especially the notorious ones like rotweilers and German shepherd. I have always dreamed of a world devoid of these neighborhood menaces. And now, as it became clearer and clearer I was... here... in my land, my society, it would now be so! Oh I couldn't wait! No more attacks from big dogs! I could walk anywhere, bicycle, go to parks, beaches and so on and never again fear being chewed up!

Steve's paintings of large, luxurious cars with engines that go without pedaling looked surreal, but pretty much accurate. Of course the minor details were all wrong, but Steve's paintings did indeed accurately portray the automobile as we know it.

Steve's women were note-worthy. He depicted women as small, frail, much more dressed than that lady Doctor was certainly, and in some paintings, clinging to a huge man as if for their very sustenance.
"Yes" I thought to myself, "The soul which is Steve, now in my body back in that society, is going to enjoy it there.
And I am going to enjoy it here!"

Suddenly it dawned on me, there's a window near... Time for a look-see at my new land! I breezed over for a peek outside, but I could not quite figure out the Venetian-blinds-like mechanism...

"Oh here..." said the male Doctor, "pull them up like this..."
He pulled a string to roll up something like Venetian blinds so I could have an unobstructed view out the window.

We were three stories up. The window overlooked a street. I examined the street closely. Streaking along were small, torpedo looking cars most with three wheels. Some had four wheels. Many had tinted windshields so I could not see in them. But there came a somewhat large one... It had four people inside pedaling away. They were skimpily dressed and looked like athletes.

I strained my eyes for people walking... A couple came into view from under obstructing trees... About two square inches from naked! Both were males wearing what we would call very skimpy g-strings. I continued to scan the visible portions of the street. The trees did obscure much. Wow! Three women strolled into view. Hair ranging from yellow-blond to flesh blond was the only clothing for two of them. The third wore a patch over her genital similar to the lady Doctor in the office with me! The other two were buck naked! And in the public! "Yep!" I thought to myself, "This is my society!"

I asked "Is the way they are dressed down there, usual for here?"
"Yes," replied the lady Doctor, "Like Andrew here and myself, during the warm seasons, we like that healthful exposure of our skin to nature's healing energy flows!"
"WOW!" I exclaimed.

"And a wow for you too!" announced the male Doctor, apparently named Andrew, "why, but a few minutes ago, you, when you were still Steve, were complaining of the women who wear nothing. And you, as Steve, often complained of no covering clothes available at all in stores during the warmer seasons. All stores have are bikinis, thongs, g-strings, skimpy t-shirts. Oh yes, there are those stores catering to that new trend among the Betaqh Race folks, those dark skinned people. Some of our Taqh Race does it too. But mostly it is the Betaqh Race. Many of them are dressing in long flowing robes. But Steve did not want that kind of extremism. He just wanted something... I guess in between! But there is just nothing available."

"Hmm" I went to myself, "Betaqh Race... sounds a bit familiar..."
But I was too excited with all that was going on to give it further thought.

So went my first few minutes in a world that just a few hours ago, was but an imaginary location that existed only in my mind, paintings and stories.

Doctors Andrew White-Owl and Lisa Silver-Cloud continued long introductory, almost like lectures, for the next couple hours. We poured through many photos, watched some videos (which were kept on tiny cubes with several dozen pins on them) and even used a computer that accessed their version of an extremely advanced Internet.

I was given many tests, of aptitude and general skills. More Doctors and Researchers came in. As it turned out, Steve started out paying the two Psychiatrists for their services, but as Steve's case was explored, the fact that an "astral birthing mistake" had occurred intrigued them and their colleagues. Steve became the subject of research by the College Of Metaphysics at the University Of Central Capital. From that point on, Steve did not have to pay anything. And so, here I was, and I therefore, did not have to pay anything either.

The building we were in was within the vastness of the Central Capital, the capital city of a nation they call Shasheer. In my imagination, I called it "Central Mountains Republic". But my imagination hit the nail on the head for the name of the capital city, Central Capital. Lucky guess, I guess!

The building we were in was a healing center, with many different healing services. Metaphysics and holistic healing are highly advanced here and used extensively. I was in the offices of the practice of "Andrew & Lisa Psychiatric Services". An out-of-body exploration class was held regularly in another office of the building called "Public Metaphysical College number 103". They had several classes ranging from beginners that concentrated on controlling and interpreting dreams all the way to out-of-body exploration.

I had to make decisions so that my integration into this society could proceed smoothly. Was my name to remain Steve, or become Alex. I chose to become Alex. Steve's Parents and siblings were all well aware of his activities and that he was going to leave soon in spirit. While in that heavenly meeting place, Steve indicated to me he would keep my name Alex. Quite frankly, our society has yet to evolve to the sophisticated level of this one as far as spiritual and metaphysical things are concerned. In my former world, people looked upon me as "weird" enough as it is without suddenly changing "my" name to Steve. Understanding this, Steve will just assume Alex as his name.

Personally, I think Steve has the tougher job of acclimating to our (that is, United States, Earth) society. He has no one to help him like I have. He must accept a society which is backwards in metaphysical matters. And he has to get used to being attacked by dogs if he wants to go for a walk in neighborhoods... oh well, that's what he wants; all those automobiles, trouble staying fit and big ferocious pets. One man's junk is another man's treasure. To each, his own and may God bless him!

Well, back to here. (Please! And Whew!)

Steve's job (and therefore mine) used to be a pedal-car (enclosed recumbent bicycle) Servicer. Later, to get away from all that nudity and run-away indulgence in sex, Steve moved to as far in the country as he could. One can not modem or fax a pedal-car, so he had to change careers. He applied his art skills to that of a Graphics Artist. In that job, it was then possible to do it all from his home way out in the boonies. That is just what I tried to do for years but never could because of this society's inferior infrastructure for conducting telecommuting jobs. In my new society, I could telecommute... but now, I didn't want to! I wanted to live in the midst of it! Central Capital's air is as clean as in the country anyway. There are many trees and parks are all around.
I wanted to totally submerge myself in the Central Capital's way of pedal-cars, solar-energy, going nearly nude and run away sex! Well, maybe not so much that last one, but... with the proper cautions...

So there went the second decision. I would sell what used to be Steve's wilderness home to live in the Central Capital.

Interestingly, it turns out the physical brain retains most of the day to day skills of living: Where this place is and that place is, and many job skills. The ability to service pedal-cars was still in place in his brain. So I decided to become a pedal-car Servicer. Pedal-cars are like automobiles in this land; they are all over. Pedal-car Servicer jobs are easy to find. One can just about pick and choose where they want to live and there will be pedal-car Servicer jobs there.

So there went the final major decision, what job. I would be a pedal-car Servicer.

Doctor Andrew and Doctor Lisa were great in helping me find deals in homes to first rent, then buy, finding jobs and selling my place in the wilderness.
They helped me adjust and taught me much in applied metaphysics. I found out I could easily go out-of-body. I could, in spirit, visit my old society at anytime.

Well, I could go on and on. I'll just go over the main points, just some stuff about daily living in the Central Capital that may be interesting...

At this point, an account of my first experience as I stepped out into my once-lost society...
With Doctors Andrew White-Owl and Lisa Silver-Cloud escorting me, we left their office and descended three flights of stairs. (No elevators for public use in this society!) There I was, dressed in a brief bikini accompanied by a man and a woman closer to nudity then even I was. On the first floor, the Doctors greeted a couple people who passed by whom they knew. They exchanged friendly greetings. I assumed the strangers were some kind of professional, but they were dressed in attire my old society would have considered more appropriate for a French Beach than a professional office suite. Both of whoever they are, seemed fit and ready for any grueling athletic event.

We opened the doors and stepped outside. I was greeted by air as fresh smelling as any country setting. It was delightfully cool and dry. We walked over to an adjoining smaller building. There were large cubbyholes, three levels of them. This turned out to be parking for pedal-cars! Doctor Andrew's car was in a second level cubbyhole. He unlocked the door, and pulled his pedal-car out, and set it down. Doctor Lisa's was way up in the third level. Reaching up, she pulled her pedal-car out. I enjoyed watching her muscles ripple and flex as she did so.

"Do you know where your car is?" asked Doctor Andrew.

[They just call them "cars". If you see the word "car" here, it is referring to a pedal-car. Just like we don't always call our cars "engine-powered-cars", they do not always call their cars, "pedal-cars".]

For a couple seconds, I did not know. I began to say, "I don't know... wait..."
Then somehow, I remembered. It was Steve's brain that had the information! I did know. I went straight to it. My pedal-car was also in a third level cubbyhole. When Steve came this morning as Steve for the last time, before his own self-initiated out-of-body that would begin the final exchange of bodies and societies, he was aggravated that one can never find any empty cubbyholes except for those third-level ones. And due to Steve's (so now, mine) smaller build, (more on that in a bit) he really had to reach. (Huh! How about that! Parking problems involving pedal-cars...)

But then, how to unlock... Oh, his brain came up with that too. I drew from an almost hidden tiny pocket hung on the side my tiny bikini, a round thing with a tab sticking out. It seemed to have printed circuits on it. I knew to draw it out and stick it into a slot on the door of the cubbyhole containing my pedal-car. I heard it click and then I could open the door. I drew out my pedal-car and set it down. Wow, it was a sleek torpedo of deep maroon with black stripes. Doctor Andrew's pedal-car was gleaming white, and Doctor Lisa's pedal-car was dark blue. Both the Doctors' pedal-cars gleamed shiny and clean. Mine was a little dusty, but its beautiful finish still shined through. All three pedal-cars had two front wheels, and one rear wheel.

As each thing was needed, what used to be Steve's physical brain responded. The two Doctors were keenly interested in this point. They observed me carefully, to see if I could figure these things out. They were trying to prove various theories that abound in metaphysical circles about what knowledge does the physical brain keep versus knowledge the soul and energy body keeps, and perhaps, what knowledge do both of them keep.

According to my experience, I can answer some of those theorems. I knew how to get to Steve's home in the wilderness, and it was a long way out, some 80 miles. As I just observed, his brain provided me with all those pesky little nitty-gritty details; where's the key, where's the car, where do you park, where are the pedals, how do you steer, how do you change gears in these things, which side of the street do you ride on, and so on, were ALL available in the physical brain.

What used to be Steve's brain also provided me with a very important skill, the language of these people! No telling where in the Universe this place is. I "spirit-traveled" to get here. Spirit travel is done instantly, even across what to us is millions of light-years. This place could be the "star next door" or hundreds of galaxies away. So fortunate it was therefore, that Steve's brain provided me with instantaneous skill with the language of this land!

I was pretty much able to just get into my pedal-car and begin pedaling with no instruction as Doctor Andrew and Doctor Lisa led me to some places I needed to go now; for one thing, the courthouse... to change my name from Steve to Alex.

A typical street scene description can be made now...
First, what a pleasure pedaling the pedal-car; it is just like a bicycle except the rider is almost laying down. It is much more comfortable! On a bicycle, the rider has to crane his neck to look up and forward. But in a pedal-car, the seating position naturally gives you a clear forward view. One sits, reclined, peering out just over the "hood" of the pedal-car. The hood covers the "engines"; the rider's legs.

Another great thing is being able to cycle, though in a very different kind of "bicycle" if you call a pedal-car a bicycle, without having to worry about getting run over! (Or bitten!) No motor-cars anywhere, this was a world of pedal-cars only. Occasionally, a lumbering truck would be seen. They were electric, kept charged by solar sources. But they moved along with the pedal-cars and were not nearly so noisy as trucks back in the other society. This place is a bicyclist's dream!

Streets are clean, and many are lined with trees. Large open fields of green grass can be seen everywhere. They are used for ball games, running, frolicking around, and I quickly found out, sexual encounters. In fact, on my first time out, as we passed a field, under a bush in the open, not hidden at all, just kind of... to one side out of the way, was a couple sexing away at full tilt! The big muscular athletic woman was atop her man, both nude, and her big muscle-butt flying up and down. Passer-bys, most themselves nearly naked or just plain naked, paid little or no attention.

Couple sexing in full view in a park located out of the city, but still well visited. Pretty graphic so click at your discretion (LINK DEACTIVATED). Note the same size, weight and strength of both. Sights like this were... surprising... to say the least for me at first. But I quickly became used to it. More of these will be seen later in story...

As well, I want to butt in here with an observation...
Many... shall we say, "Earth people", find the highly free sexual behavior of Shasheerians appalling.
Having gone through a series of hypnotic sessions with a skilled Hypnotist and having found I may have had many past lives on a planet which may be something like this "Shasheer", I understand the possible origin of my attitudes:
Quite frankly, I find "Earth people's" paranoia over sexual activities a foolish waste of concern.
What I find appalling is, the typical Earth person's tendency to raise big, dangerous pets!
I would like to see an elimination of pit-bulls, rotweilers and German-shepherds before worrying about the adult book-stores, prostitution, and alternative sex. I have never been attacked by an adult book store, a prostitute, a gay or lesbian person!
Pit bulls, rotweilers and the like will rip the flesh off your bones; I have never seen an adult book store, prostitute, gay or lesbian person do that!
Many Earth people find Shasheerian sexual freedom appalling. Well, Shasheerians would be utterly shocked, appalled and terrified at the very concept of raising a beast like a rotweiler. Shasheerians only see that in their horror movies!

And don't even get me started on ranting about Earth people's major wars, secret societies, power-cartels, love of overly huge vehicles, waste of resources and mud-booted-tramping-abuse of planet Earth itself! Shasheer and Earth are very similar in size, characteristics and beauty, but currently, Shasheer is certainly the more pristine of the two. Gees, I wonder why...

Okay, enough preaching, I just wanted to vent. It's just a little observation...

Well, returning to the account of what I saw...
One rides on the right side of the street. Some pedal-cars passed us wishing to go faster, and we passed slower ones. Stop-lights are red for stop, blue for go, brilliant white flashing for about to turn red. All three colors come from a single projector.

Anybody walking was either naked or nearly so. Every one is in excellent physical shape. And they show it! Skimpy clothing or nudity prevailed. Everywhere I went, beautiful male and female physiques were displayed. Offices, grocery stores, on the street, in parks; everywhere. And they were beautifully tanned. I noticed no "tan-lines" on anyone so maybe this is their normal color, or they just plain dress skimpy all the time. I don't quite know how they stay in such great shape except to say, all this pedaling for everywhere one goes uses up thousands of calories and keeps the body in top condition.

I saw many of a race the Doctors told me are called "Betaqh" race. They were smaller, but still very fit looking and strong. The ladies were knock-outs. Dark-skinned with long flowing mid-night-black hair, they were shapely and strong. The Betaqh generally covers more but still leaves plenty of flesh to be seen. Many Betaqh women wear a long dress which is split all the way down both sides. That is very interesting to watch as their dress sometimes covers all, and sometimes none of their luscious shapely brown legs! (Pant, pant, drool!)
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