NOVEMBER POETS PLACE
2025
Hello friends! We are all still here and praying for the ship to drown in Washington DC. Yes I said that! I believe it will happen. I hope it’s sooner than later. The American people will continue to rise and fight back. I see it happening everywhere. Although the east wing has crumbled and in its place will be a ballroom. It will be cursed and something bad will happen there. I don’t wish death on him, just severe disfigurement with painful scaring.
On a good note the Dodgers WON the World Series again! I hoped they would win, but remember it’s just a game. We have to find joy wherever we can because that is our job at the moment. And for me it’s THE DODGERS!!! NOW OFF TO ROME!!!!!
We have a stellar cast of writers this month! Keep em coming!!!!
Ciao, Linda :0)
paralyzed by loss
by linda kaye
(for mickey)
baring its ugly teeth
loss surprisingly hits hugely
quite deep
numbing it’s victims
the shock remains initially intact
penetrating beneath the surface
smoldering
creating a guarded sense to protect its host
it forms a dull ache not yet festering just lingering
contemplative
deciding its course
not yet able to find solace because the deceptive shock still exists
there’s a fake outer shell
projecting appropriate behaviors decent enough to fool the onlookers
but just for a while
there’s a persistent gnarly tug in the gut
a sickly feeling that reverberates throughout the body
it stings
trying to jolt the heart back to a consistent rhythm
needing a defibrillator shock
but no luck
the dull ache remains
sustained by the loss
of death
it’s permanence still exists
tears are beginning to form
filling up the empty caverns in the soul
the one tear lingering in the corner of the eye waiting for the release just below the surface
resembling a dormant volcano waiting for the catalyst to trigger the explosion which doesn’t come
without the voicing of acknowledgement from some familiar face to unlock the floodgates that wash away the grief
we suffer, temporarily
until the next loss surfaces
and the hurt begins it’s paralyzing cycle once again
Small Talk
By Jackie Chou
I wish I could scroll through doll pictures without nostalgia.
The Peaches and Cream Barbie, which I owned as a child, is now a collector's item. If only I could look into her sky-blue eyes without a deep ache in my heart.
How much have I aged! How much has she aged! Her rosy lips are now faded, like she
had drunk too much champagne at the ball and didn't bother to reapply her lipstick.
passing the law school
the girl I never
became
Jackie Chou (she/her) is a writer from Southern California who has two collections of poetry, The Sorceress and Finding My Heart in Love and Loss, published by cyberwit. Her poem "Formosa" was a finalist in the Stephen A DiBiase Poetry Prize. She also has poems published in Synchronized Chaos, The Ekphrastic Review, Panoply Zine, Alien Buddha Zine, and Spillwords.
let the world be kind as autumn
by linda m. crate
autumn is lovely
with all her
reds, pinks, purples,
oranges, yellows,
and even greens;
the october sun
is my favorite of these
months—
awakens my soul
in a second spring which
more lovely than the
first to me,
and i love her lesson
that change can be beautiful;
i hope there are some
gorgeous changes dancing
in the breeze which
magically lifts leaves in
songs of wind—
because i am ready
for a world as kind and fragrant
as a forest full of sweet smelling
autumn leaves.
Linda M. Crate (she/her) is a Pennsylvanian writer whose poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has fifteen published chapbooks the latest being: not your piñata (Alien Buddha Publishing, June 2025).
ICE BARBIE 2
By Keith Kurlander
This artwork from the DISOBAY series delivers a sharp and unsettling vision of authority and confinement. A woman wearing a cap with an official insignia stands in stark focus, her presence contrasted by rows of faceless, imprisoned figures behind bars. Rendered in halftone pop-art textures and drenched in neon cyan, magenta, and deep red, the scene takes on a surreal, almost comic-book intensity. The interplay of bold color and rigid structure amplifies the themes of surveillance, dehumanization, and systemic control. The vertical DISOBAY branding demands resistance, urging viewers to question obedience in the face of oppression.
Keith Kurlander “I've always been a creative soul, I make art, music, music videos, TV shows, films and mayhem. If you want to learn all about my fascinating life, here's a good place to start.”
KEITH KURLANDER, THE E. TRUE HOLLYWOOD STORY
https://youtu.be/p3er5ptzZTA
LINK TO MUSIC https://www.idiot-savant.net/
More Art at: https://www.artpal.com/disobay
What’s Left Behind
by Nita Rios
sometimes I see you on the bus,
walking the streets.
a shock to my system-
I forget you’re not here.
when I’m alone,
I laugh and talk to you often.
I saw you in my dream with your kids,
cooking silently
next to them.
they were older, you were not.
I’ll never get used to this.
Nita Rios is a poet and performer based in Los Angeles. Her work reflects on memory, loss, and the ways love lingers beyond absence.
"Las Reinas Cosmicas”
By G. Billie Quijano
Yeah Sis
You are my soul
I am your light
Sacred visions of remembrance
Fragrance of copal
Spiraling into the state of duende
Ancestors return
Mariposas pollinating dreams
Las Reinas convene
Architects of creation
Shaping destiny through awakened hearts
Brush strokes of orange and yellow
Journeys lined with marigold radiance
Hundreds of codices embedded in every line of my face
Brujas dancing in the elixirs of love
Spirit rooted in the divine of my dna
Pachuca vibes
Indigenous life
Brown girl magic slays and sways
Victories in our struggles
Only truth in our revolutions
Their words burned through delusion and deception
While our lives remain in the realms of poetry and colores
So let our tears rain on the
Altares of gratitude and offerings
As Las Reinas Cosmicas convene
G. Billie Quijano-Hija de East Los. Lowrider por Vida. Instigator of beauty. Artista, Bruja, Poeta, Provocateur.
Liberty
By R. G. Carrillo (September 2025)
The apostle of liberty
Long on vision
Eloquent on paper
Talked the talk
Unable to walk the walk
An enigma in the American psyche
An elite declarer of equality
A principled visionary
A flawed man
Dealing with his own reality
A contradiction framing independence
Buttressing his privilege
Tethered to slavery
Creating a deformed justice
A miscalculation in his thinking
A falsification of unalienable rights
Was Jeffersonian belief
Truly that ALL men
Are created equal
Or just flowery words
To impress the founding fathers
A fraudulent hypocrisy in theory
For exclusivity
Stated by a slaveholder
Making the dream
A nightmare
The common man
Reaches out to touch it
It turns to cotton
A dual liberty
A north south divide
A national schism
Depending on geography
And skin color
In these divided states
In black hands
The apostle is a Judas
Sitting at the table of liberty
Betraying his pen
The ink runs red
Unable to complete
Lofty ideals
For the birth
Of a new nation
Under God
To elevate our constitution
It would take another disciple
To turn the tide
To emancipate better angels
To free liberty
From infected Jeffersonian indulgence
But still not rid the country
Of slavery
The seed planted
Originally in holy ground
The Virginia soil was without
Proper ethical content
Only producing a dwarfish crop
The strength is in our people
Too many times
They have not reaped
The rewards of their labor
Black hands and muscle
Built the White House
Chinese and Irish immigrants
Built the transcontinental railroad
Latino immigrants a dominant
Workforce in agriculture
And construction
The way forward
Is through the path
Of diversity
To deny and exploit it
Is biting the hands
That feed shelter clean
And build the nation
Our diversity
Must be nurtured
An indigenous crop of plenty
A hybrid specimen
Totally American
The elite business cartels
Are a new form
Of plantation ownership
Catholicism made me unholy
American socialization
Tried to bend me
Toward the mainstream
Acculturation was a whitewash
Americans of color
Denied an Uncle Sam life vest
Yet we defend the nation
Offering our lives
Second generations of American diversity
Unconscionably treated as second class
O America
I cry for you are the enemy
Capitalism has tainted the nation
Leaving so much devastation
In its wake for greed
Who holds the keys
Of governance
Secret billionaire wizards
Of Wall St.
Housed and protected
By the military industrial
Complex
The curse of Brittania
Followed the Mayflower
Across the Atlantic
The horrible trumpet
Of his racial edicts
Creating serious cracks
In the foundation of democracy
He will suffer equal repercussions
For the damage he has spewed
From the terrible mouth
Of his greed and ignorance
Tweets of revenge
And megalomania
Could bring down the house
A cleansing
A restart
A new revolution
For the red white and blue
Time to revisit
Those founding principles
Time to awaken
The people’s consciousness
Being elevated beyond borders
Their governance in shambles
In a right left schism
The ghosts of civil war
Reappearing in the southern divide
Of an old dixieland
White supremacists in the heartland
Still rearing their ugly heads
Waiting for their kind
Of hate mongering to die off
A bleaching of racial discrimination
An exorcism of slavery
And judgements based on skin color
Are gone with the wind
But remain as superstition
Elitist fallacies based on white supremacy
Neo-nazism kkk hate groups
Skinheads white privilege
A rebirth of the Jeffersonian model
Of independence
A fertilization of new energy
To restore America’s democracy
To true balance
We are a mixed race republic
Not utilizing all of our strength
Talents that are not nourished
Children that are not supported
Families that are not brought
To the table of bounty
Neighborhoods that are neglected
Imagine an America
Empowering all her people
Then we can hail
The land of the free
And the home of the brave
With a new resilience
Toward a brighter future
Let the light of democracy
Ring forth bright
And powerful
No shackles
Only inclusivity
Full freedom
No more illusion
To what is self-evident
Ronald G. Carrillo is a native Lincoln Hts Angelino, living in Eagle Rock and a retired LAUSD educator and influencer. He writes of his passion and rebirth into the golden age of living. He has been writing since high school and was initially influenced from the songwriters, Keith Reid, Joni Mitchell, Laura Nyro, Neil Young.
LOVE
By Mary Cheung
4:42 a.m.
5-29-25
Don't give up on love,
Cuz it ain't done with you yet.
You spent your youth creating a life,
For your family and your partner instead.
So by the time, it was time for yourself..
You find that the rules have all changed.
And finding love just isn't the same.
Turns out to be hard work,
And people just aren't the same.
No one does what they say,
And no one says what they mean.
They'd rather text you than talk.
And meeting you in person?...
Well, you have to fight the system,
Just to be seen.
So you throw your hands up in the air.
Cuz old-fashioned values,
Well, no one seems to care.
To make the time to see you,
To take the time to be with you.
And opening your car door for that first date...
Well
Don't give up on love,
it hasn't given up on you yet.
20, 40 or 70, age isn't a guaranteed bet.
You've got a lot of love to give,
You've got a lot of love to receive.
The diamonds are buried amongst the coals.
You'll have to get your hands dirty.
And start to believe.
That you are worthy,
Oh, so special and deserving to receive..
Woven into the tapestry of your life,
Yes, it is a complicated weave..
A love that's meant just for you.
ust waiting to be awakened.
Mary Cheung is a multi-disciplinary artist. She has been creating art since she was little. Youngest in a family of eight. She came to America at the age of 2 and grew up in San Francisco. Attended American school during the day and Chinese school at night.
Mary has an AA degree in Fashion Design and a Best Costume Design Award from the NAACP. She often creates costumes for her art narratives and creations. She was the recipient of 3 grants in 2024 and the Denis Diderot and Emerging Artist award. She has art exhibited and published locally and Internationally.
Her real passion and drive come from being able to engage the community while bringing hope, healing, joy, and human connection. It is her goal to be able to continue to do this while making an impact on society’s values and thinking. “I hope that I can be a role model for others to find their own true voice in life through my art."
ribbons: a trio of broken haiku
by dean okamura
from this bed
like so many other times finding strength
for today
face this world
that bullies us to intimidate
our freedom
always have
but overcoming pain, dread, aging; time for
a surprise?
… the natives are restless
Dean resides in Torrance. There is so much happening in this world, but he can only
comment in small poems.
The Mind Fields
©1993 Kassi Crews
Skipping through the mind fields
Faith in my heart
Once fatalistic
Once separated in parts.
Need to be whole
My mind does not rest
The light ripples in complete darkness
Is this only a test?
United I am
Body, mind, and soul
Finally, no need to have control.
This light bounces from space to space
Around anger, stupidity, and greed
There is no safe place, except in me.
So I skip through the mind fields
Bringing light where I can
Sharing love in this world
That is my life’s plan.
Kassi Crews is an entertainment industry veteran and a consummate storyteller. She is a versatile & accomplished actor with a rich background in film, television, improvisation, stand-up comedy, and theatre. Crews became an industry leader in Hollywood post-production as the Vice President of Digital Jungle where she oversaw the day-to-day operations and served as producer on an endless list of film and television projects. Most recently, Crews lead multiple post-production teams at Fox and Walt Disney Television, overseeing the workflows of all television for FX Networks including "The Americans," “Fargo" and “Pose" as well as a DI Producer for Apple, Netflix, CBS, CW, Starz & Paramount. Crews has produced and directed a variety of critically acclaimed independent projects, “Broken Memories,” Heart of Recovery”, “God’s Ears” and “A Better Place” as well as live shows for the theater. She is a member of ATAS, NAB, NAPTE, PROMAX and SAG; holds a Master of Arts from CSU Fullerton and a Bachelor of Arts with Honors from UC Santa Cruz.
Dorian’s Great Pictures
By Darren Hembd
Unfortunately, people die. You know. Kick the can? Bite the fur-nace? Move upstate to the great farm in the sky? Even story characters die as well. At least, if the Writer is in a sort of morbid mood.
“Oh sure, I *could* write about people staying alive,” a morbid Writer might fancy so. “But today, I think I’ll get all morbid like.” Then some poor character wouldst perish, all because of a -Bad Mood-.
It wouldn’t stop there, though. No, sir. Then the Writer wouldst go out of their very way to bum Readers out further by having *other* characters deal with it. All entirely for some Writer’s amusementry.
“What a great character,” saddened some friend of the deceased. “Now they’re all upstate, kicking furnaces and what not.” Then, some anecdotes about why they were so precious, teaching us to love again.
Well, now You can do something about it. Using the literary wisdom of one Parker Plateau, characters who passed on so can be brought back to life, albeit in portrait form and, AND You can talk to them.
“Hey, thanks for extending my -Torment-,” rolled the eyes of one of Your favourite characters who recently bit the can. “It wasn’t enough that I got traumatised by dying. Now I’m your eternal prisoner.”
You can talk about the cosmos, play charades, even serenade they who perished too soon. What’s that? How do You go about such a thing? Let’s allow Beggar’s Choice Great Pictures answer Your curiosities.
“Our resident painter Dorian Acrylica uses precise brush strokes to recreate the characters you fancy so,” the advertisement explained to You via fancy waves. “Marvel at his generous use of cheap paints.”
Satisfied customers can stay holed up in their self-made, modern prisons and discuss politics with the -Imaginary Dead-. But why stop there? Cover Your walls with such portraits and enjoy the cacophony.
“It’s great,” You or someone *like* You expressed. “I can now no longer hear my own thoughts *and* regret my purchases all at the very same time.” Also, some indignant grumbling and exaggerated gestures.
The Plateau technique uses a blend of the perceived likeness of a character and the actual work from which they’re obtained. Since no two impressions are the *same*, neither are the portraits painted so.
“We get complaints from people *all* the time,” huffed McStanley Gruesome (age 43). “‘Oh, my picture isn’t the same as soandso’s,’” he then mocked. “Get real. I mean, why are you even friends with them?”
Dorian found his calling after discovering his very mother crying about the death of King Pleasant (of the book “Fantasy Heights”). He *knew* she wouldn’t get any happier until he resurrected the guy.
“Oh, thank you, my wonderful son,” Mother Acrylica glowed. “Now I no longer have any need for therapy.” Ironically, she took down her son’s childhood photo to make room for King Pleasant’s new portrait.
Don’t tell anyone this, but there is an even *worse* side effect than going all mental. Once the portraits attain absolute sentience, they can achieve a third dimension and climb *out* of the very walls.
The Albatross.
Darren Hembd A survivor of abuse that processes trauma into works of fiction.
https://substack.com/@darrenhembd
Periwinkle
By Natalie Nicole Gilbert
The salty bath
And coconut oil
Mingle as they ought
Producing an ephemeral steam
Rising to dance
For a little while
With the waltzing wick
Ablaze
A citrus & white oak candle
These two combined
Make peaceful in unison
United in purpose
And even in style
But the bath can only go so long
Or your skin will wrinkle
The water will grow cold
Maybe turn to periwinkle
From the elderberry epsom salts
So you let them run their course
Enjoy them
In their turn and pairing
Unharried, undisturbed
But once the best is done
The healing part complete
You needn't stay in the water
It would soggy your two or more feet
So slowly you rise
Knowing you enjoyed the parts you could
You did your part by being present
To witness bad and good
Sands run through the hourglass
And it's time to resume your shedyule
So you shed the yule
Replace your armor
And ready for the coming battles
Always glad
For fleeting moments of reprieve
Before you return to the saddle
Natalie Nicole Gilbert is a multi-award-winning Los Angeles-based musician, songwriter, producer, and voice-over artist. She is a member of the Recording Academy and known for her emotional honesty, resilience, and unique blend of radio, voice work, and modern music production.
The Green Ghost
by Matthew DeHaven
green ghost, green ghost
why are you green, ghost?
verdant, transparent, haunted and high
always wandering and wanting an eye for an eye
green ghost, jealous green ghost
your story's done told
what once was a mouth-unholy hole-
gaping, silent screaming, "a soul for a soul"
envious of the living must be why you're green
betrayed by your color, now life's but a dream
eternal slumber, your hue will soon fade
paler and paler, the spectral bed made
go your weary way, ghost, stop wondering why
no soul for a soul, no eye for an eye
you should have lived fuller, too soon it slipped by
your life was wasted-you never did try
green ghost, bitter green ghost
you made yourself green, ghost
and you've been seen, ghost, for what you are
no better dead than living life from afar
Matthew DeHaven is an actor, artist and writer living in Pasadena. He likes to create narrative poetry in iambic pentameter and rhyme that harkens back to Shakespearian times.
Poets and Secret Agents by Snow Mack
2025
Image: Crazy Romance Novel by Snow Mack
Poets are like secret agents
Sneaking meaning into a stream of words
I wonder about cave painters from prehistoric times
Did they have opening events for their cave paintings?
No agenda
I wrestle with the geysers that want to hollow out my heart
Being sad is so popular right now
Poets paint with words
Wonder is the brush, words flow into truths
Surfacing through the cavitation of doubt to reveal
...reveal
...reveal
No agenda
Snow Mack she/her
Snow Mack is a contemporary visual artist known for her vibrant, dream-inspired paintings and symbolic assemblage frames. Her work blends pop culture, mythology, and surreal imagery to explore the subconscious, resulting in visually rich narratives that are both personal and archetypal. Snow Mack lives and works in Los Angeles, where she continues to develop a body of work that merges vivid imagination, cultural commentary, and a deep symbolic vision. snowmack.com
IG @snowmackart
Late Eulogy for My Sister
By Erich Schulze
It’s been 30 years since I last saw her, but…
As my sister lie dying from cancer, a fugitive from the law,
Her friends surround her,
Smoking weed and listening to Etta James (who I’d never heard of),
Yes, I know I should know Etta and now I do.
This narrative being shared, nearing 5 years after her passing, by friends who loved her
dearly,
And I’m hearing now,
About her final terrestrial evening, all of them so high and then the fatal dose of
Morphine.
She was a terrible sister, like fucking awful.
Struggling to be open-hearted in my disgust,
But hearing her friends.
And wondering where was that sister for me.
And me now, I’m binge-listening to Etta James, and experiencing the love and I’m really
high too now,
On some genetic mutant strain.
Saying farewell and see you soon,
With Love.
Erich Schulze- For over 30 years, my sister was a fugitive from the law. Five years after her passing, I found out about it. She was a very difficult sister and i discovered she had a new family up in Yellowknife, NWT, Canada.
Too Hot Is.....
By Michelle Y. Smith
Too Hot is the political topic of America today.
SNAP EBT in November will be parlayed.
Food insecurity knows no color or race. Stomachs
rumbling from hunger pangs,
they shouldn't be felt by anyone.
The Too Hot words from politicians.
Congress bickering their ILL will debates. They
can afford a pastrami sandwich from Langers,
Canters, or Coles. Without a budget to think
about if I should buy one of these. Giving it a
Good Ol' Boy try. I'll buy the sandwich fixings
at Vons or Ralph's. Or better yet The Hat where
a tip is not required. Following a waitress or waiter
to a table isn't needed. Too Hot is the
summer weather of October where
the freeway underpass covered with tarps
the color of Dodger Blue. The unhoused
population may lay on a concrete bed. With
their scanty possessions, survivability at
their best, I hope they somehow
eat a bite of food.
Too Hot is entering the fourth week of the
government shut down. Trump's bulldozing the East Wing
of the White House. America's 40 million on SNAP EBT,
from infancy to the elderly, veterans and military serving
financially will receive their paychecks, how 45 & 47
sleeps at night while people suffer due to his narcissistic needs.
Two federal judges have given the Trump administration until
Monday, November 3, 2025 to strategically to pay for SNAP
benefits for all qualified, one by one, by one.
He dismantled IDEA for special education students regardless
of their legal status, how dare he! Diversity existed from
pre K to college for everyone, put into federal law by Bush the son.
MAGA shame on you! Your wrath is the tidal wave that should never
had begun.
Michelle Y. Smith is a Los Angelino native and like Stretch Armstrong, I am an action figure with many roles: My heart is mother to my autistic son Chris: a.k.a. my Creative, Happy, Righteous, Intriguing, Social Soul. My patience is my CNA employment and advocacy for all with disabilities especially the developmentally and elderly disabled. My drive is published poetry and prose in the books, "Remembering the Riots: A Literary Anthology" and "Snapshots of South Central " and over 15 zines by DSTLArts; 2017-2022. Los Angeles Poets Society Press, poetry and prose published includes "Love Letters to 2020 - Volume 1 and Volume 2 , "Acid Verse II", and "Los Angeles Poets for Justice: A Document for the People.
Four Feathers Press, http://fourfeatherspress.blogspot.com PDF; and http://saturdayafternoonpoetry.blogspot.com PDF and Zines. My poem, "There is a Sunflower," was published in June 2025 and nominated by the Four Feathers Press PDF/Print Publication Awards. Publications from January 2023 to October 2025. www.laartnews.com/poetsplace; Poets Place Editions: April, May, & July, 2025. Lyrical Flames Poet. October 30, 2025.
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Linda Kaye writes poetry, curates poetry, produces films, spoken word and art events and produces a poetry column POETS PLACE for the online publication LAARTNEWS throughout the Los Angeles area. She recently exhibited her first piece of artwork! A photograph taken in Waikiki, was represented at the Los Angeles Makery gallery’s REFLECTION:RESILIENCE show curated by the Arroyo Arts Collective.
Linda’s poetry events have included several summer poetry salons, and shows at the Los Angeles Makery, the Align Gallery, 50/50 Gallery, Gold Haus Gallery, Ave 50 Gallery, and Rock Rose Gallery in Highland Park, The Manifesto Café in Hermon, Pilates and Arts studio in Echo Park, and Native Boutique, Zweet Café in Eagle Rock, The Los Angeles Makery in Little Tokyo. And at the Neutra Institute Gallery and Museum in Silverlake. Her first short documentary film “BORDER POETS” was a socially and politically inspired event with poets and musicians filmed at the border wall near Tecate, Mexico on the Jacumba, Ca. side of the US. The film co-produced by MUD productions is available for viewing on her website and on youtube. https://youtu.be/5Te4-dlhxco
Her rap music video project in collaboration with Mary Cheung, “ERACE-ISM” can also be seen on youtube. https://youtu.be/NfrbveNUBgg This video was accepted into the Ontario Museum of History & Art show “We the People” Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow. February 2- April 16, 2023. So honored!!
And… February 19, 2022, she debuted her staged poetry production of “20 Years Left” at the historic Ebell Club in Highland Park! Two sold out shows with 2 standing ovations!! Check out the links to reviews and the video!
https://thehollywoodtimes.today/20-years-left-new-show-performance-poetry-music/
20 Years Left youtube live stream 2/19/22
Linda Kaye is a native Angeleno who grew up in the San Fernando Valley. She claims to be both a first-generation Valley Girl, and The Original Hipster. Educated at Antioch University and Cal State Long Beach in psychology and social work. Linda, now retired from medical social work, was working for her last seven years of employment as a psychotherapist and licensed clinical supervisor for an out patient mental health clinic. She was a licensed medical social worker for 30+ years working on the front line of healthcare, a private consultant for Physicians Aid Association and for skilled nursing facilities throughout California and Arizona. She was also an adjunct assistant professor at the USC Suzanne Dworak-Peck School of Social Work. Oh yeah.
Twitter/Instagram: lindakayepoetry
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