Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
I hate to bring up assaults on children, especially at "the most wonderful time of the year," but it's not a wonderful time in the United States for the one in four girls and one in six boys who are molested. And those numbers only account for attacks that are reported. The Children's Assessment Center estimates that seventy-three percent of children keep their devastating secret to themselves. The same organization reports that children are victimized at a much higher rate than adults, but the rape of an adult receives far more attention than the rape of a child.
Knowledge is power, so I present two documentaries this week. They should not be watched by children, though you should certainly talk to your children about boundaries that no one should be allowed to cross.
The first movie is Awful Normal (2004, Available on DVD).
Director Celesta Davis documents her own and her sister Karen's confrontation with a man who molested them in 1978 when they were young children.
I'm amazed by the calm manner in which they meet with Allen, who obfuscates and claims not to remember many events, though he does not deny that the abuse occurred. He also does not apologize.
I suspect that in the awful normalcy that is the lives of Celesta and Karen that they continued to think of Allen as a friend in spite of the misery he caused them. When they told their parents about Allen, they did not report him to the police, nor did the friendship end. They continued to see Allen, his wife, and their children regularly. It was normal.
This documentary is brilliantly made. It doesn't sensationalize the events. Instead, we follow Celesta and Karen on a quest that leaves them with even more questions, especially about their late father.
Since the documentary is ten years old, I'd like to know how the sisters feel about their rapist now, and how their lives have changed--or perhaps stayed the same.
Our second documentary is Deliver Us From Evil (2006, Available On DVD).
Filmmaker Amy Berg tells the story of Father Oliver O'Grady who spent the 1970s molesting the children in his congregations as his superiors moved him from one church to another in a desperate attempt to cover up his crimes. A number of the now adult children and their parents are interviewed.
Berg also speaks with O'Grady, whose behavior in many ways reminds me of Allen in the first movie. O'Grady admits to his crimes to a certain extent, but somehow can't seem to remember many details. Like Allen, he doesn't seem to feel guilty. However, his crimes seem even more egregious than Allen's because he exploited so many children, and because I sensed that he enjoyed recounting what he is willing to reveal about his evil deeds. This is not a repentant sinner.
Because of the persistence of his victims and their parents, O'Grady eventually went to prison for seven years and was then deported to his home country of Ireland, where he mixed with children, unknown as a child molester.
These documentaries can be learning experiences. We glimpse the minds of two child molesters, and we learn how they "groomed" their victims before raping them. We also witness their complete lack of remorse and absence of concern for their victims. Awful Normal and Deliver Us From Evil earn the Janie Junebug Seal of Highest Sad Approval.
Watch these documentaries after your children are in bed. The next evening, bake cookies with the kids, watch A Charlie Brown Christmas, and do what you can to gently teach them about what some people do to children that is so terribly wrong.
And listen. Be sure to listen. Sometimes children can't tell their parents about molestation because they don't have the vocabulary. Listen for phrases such as "he touches me too much" and "he tickles me", seemingly innocuous descriptions that may indicate a problem.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
Let's finish this post by talking about happy memories:
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
A VISIT TO AMELIA ISLAND: LA DEUXIEME PARTIE
Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
I have lost two followers, but you escapees from the insane asylum can't ruin my Christmas spirit.
On with the Eighth Annual Amelia Island Museum of History Holiday Home Tour. To read PRIMERA PARTE, please click HERE.
These are the five houses we visited on Saturday:
Photography was not allowed inside the homes, and neither were high heels. We had to cover our shoes with booties before going in some of the houses. Carol and I laughed that we needed some scrubs and masks to go with our booties so we could provide medical care to other visitors on the tour. Not a life was lost on the home tour with Carol and Janie Junebug at the ready.
If you're impressed by size, then the house at the top in the middle of the photo is the place for you. We were not allowed to visit the second story of this house, and I don't think we saw all of the first floor. This house is on the edge of the historic district, but it's not vintage. Although it has the look of a plantation house, it was completed earlier this year. The house itself is nine thousand square feet. If you add in the porches, decks, and patios, it's twelve thousand square feet.
I enjoyed the antiques and Christmas decorations, but do I want to live in such a large house?
No, thank you. Carol and I wondered how many people it takes to clean the house and care for the grounds.
This place also had the one item on the tour that made more than one person shudder. A doll that belonged to the owner's mother lounged in an antique cradle. The doll's face wore out, so the owner added a photo on fabric of her daughter's face to the doll. I swear to you, this doll is the kind that will creep around at 2 a.m., on the prowl for her next victim.
The view from one side of the house:
The best shot I could get of the second story porch:
I was surprised that we didn't see a single screened-in porch. The mosquitoes would make it impossible to sit outside. Carol opined that everyone stays inside with the AC running.
Let's move clockwise around the circle of homes in the photo. The next house was the smallest, and it was my favorite because the owner has put in ten years of do-it-yourself work to expand it and create unusual storage spaces. The kitchen is brilliant. Cabinets have been added under the stairs, and other cabinets slide out instead of having doors that open. A bump out provides a place for the large sink. The lovely island has the range on the top, and cabinets and shelves below.
This Old House magazine awarded this house a Best Redo of Living Space in 2012 for the attic that has been turned into a master bedroom and bathroom. We were allowed to see this house in its entirety, though it was a bit of a squeeze to get visitors up and down the staircase to the bedroom (the attic used to be accessed by pull-down stairs). I also love the house because it's cozy. It looks as if someone actually lives there. The owner added traditional Swedish stenciling on the walls throughout the house, and her mother's woven art works (made me think of the talented JoAnne Noragon, who has an Etsy shop now) hang on the walls or grace some shelves and tables. We even visited the guest cottage in the back, which is so beautiful that I want to figure out a way to make friends with the owner so she'll invite me to stay a while--or forever.
The owner now works as a consultant for people who need to solve storage space problems.
The third house in the circle was built in 1857 and is known as the Railway House because railroad employees once lived there. The owners also own the house next door, which they intend to turn into a restaurant called Indulgence. Carol and I hope to return next spring to indulge in Indulgence.
House Number Four was built in about 1873, and five generations of a family have maintained the house and added to it. It has beautiful glass panels in the doors. Someone pointed out how tiny the closet was in one of the bedrooms, but to have a closet in the original house would have been unusual for that time. People had to use wardrobes or hang clothes behind a curtain or sheet.
The final house, the yellow home on the left of our circle, was built in about 1903 and is owned by one of the first female tugboat captains, who is now retired. She and her husband raised and home schooled their five children on a tugboat. Items from their voyages around the world are on view. The family was featured in New Yorker magazine and pictured on the cover, a framed copy of which hangs in the house. The family still owns two tugboats, which are managed by some of the children who grew up on a tugboat.
Carol and I loved this tree. Instead of cutting it down, someone had the smarts to build a narrow road on each side of it:
And finally, I had to take a photo of this house that's for sale. I love the carousel horses on the porch:
It has eight bedrooms, so if you need a little more room for family and guests, cough up a mere two million dollars and it's yours.
I have a thought about the major difference between the houses on the tour and my humble bungalow: throw pillows. All of those houses have a ton of throw pillows on the bed. Some throw pillows came with my comforter. Those babies are on the top shelf of the linen closet because I won't spend my valuable time placing throw pillows on the bed. Thus, my house will never be part of a holiday home tour.
Although I'm disheartened by the loss of two followers, I'm heartened by the folks who have signed up to participate in the
If you haven't added the title of your blog yet, you can do so in the linky thingy below my infinities of love.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
I have lost two followers, but you escapees from the insane asylum can't ruin my Christmas spirit.
On with the Eighth Annual Amelia Island Museum of History Holiday Home Tour. To read PRIMERA PARTE, please click HERE.
These are the five houses we visited on Saturday:
Photography was not allowed inside the homes, and neither were high heels. We had to cover our shoes with booties before going in some of the houses. Carol and I laughed that we needed some scrubs and masks to go with our booties so we could provide medical care to other visitors on the tour. Not a life was lost on the home tour with Carol and Janie Junebug at the ready.
If you're impressed by size, then the house at the top in the middle of the photo is the place for you. We were not allowed to visit the second story of this house, and I don't think we saw all of the first floor. This house is on the edge of the historic district, but it's not vintage. Although it has the look of a plantation house, it was completed earlier this year. The house itself is nine thousand square feet. If you add in the porches, decks, and patios, it's twelve thousand square feet.
I enjoyed the antiques and Christmas decorations, but do I want to live in such a large house?
No, thank you. Carol and I wondered how many people it takes to clean the house and care for the grounds.
This place also had the one item on the tour that made more than one person shudder. A doll that belonged to the owner's mother lounged in an antique cradle. The doll's face wore out, so the owner added a photo on fabric of her daughter's face to the doll. I swear to you, this doll is the kind that will creep around at 2 a.m., on the prowl for her next victim.
The view from one side of the house:
The best shot I could get of the second story porch:
I was surprised that we didn't see a single screened-in porch. The mosquitoes would make it impossible to sit outside. Carol opined that everyone stays inside with the AC running.
Let's move clockwise around the circle of homes in the photo. The next house was the smallest, and it was my favorite because the owner has put in ten years of do-it-yourself work to expand it and create unusual storage spaces. The kitchen is brilliant. Cabinets have been added under the stairs, and other cabinets slide out instead of having doors that open. A bump out provides a place for the large sink. The lovely island has the range on the top, and cabinets and shelves below.
This Old House magazine awarded this house a Best Redo of Living Space in 2012 for the attic that has been turned into a master bedroom and bathroom. We were allowed to see this house in its entirety, though it was a bit of a squeeze to get visitors up and down the staircase to the bedroom (the attic used to be accessed by pull-down stairs). I also love the house because it's cozy. It looks as if someone actually lives there. The owner added traditional Swedish stenciling on the walls throughout the house, and her mother's woven art works (made me think of the talented JoAnne Noragon, who has an Etsy shop now) hang on the walls or grace some shelves and tables. We even visited the guest cottage in the back, which is so beautiful that I want to figure out a way to make friends with the owner so she'll invite me to stay a while--or forever.
The owner now works as a consultant for people who need to solve storage space problems.
The third house in the circle was built in 1857 and is known as the Railway House because railroad employees once lived there. The owners also own the house next door, which they intend to turn into a restaurant called Indulgence. Carol and I hope to return next spring to indulge in Indulgence.
House Number Four was built in about 1873, and five generations of a family have maintained the house and added to it. It has beautiful glass panels in the doors. Someone pointed out how tiny the closet was in one of the bedrooms, but to have a closet in the original house would have been unusual for that time. People had to use wardrobes or hang clothes behind a curtain or sheet.
The final house, the yellow home on the left of our circle, was built in about 1903 and is owned by one of the first female tugboat captains, who is now retired. She and her husband raised and home schooled their five children on a tugboat. Items from their voyages around the world are on view. The family was featured in New Yorker magazine and pictured on the cover, a framed copy of which hangs in the house. The family still owns two tugboats, which are managed by some of the children who grew up on a tugboat.
Carol and I loved this tree. Instead of cutting it down, someone had the smarts to build a narrow road on each side of it:
And finally, I had to take a photo of this house that's for sale. I love the carousel horses on the porch:
It has eight bedrooms, so if you need a little more room for family and guests, cough up a mere two million dollars and it's yours.
I have a thought about the major difference between the houses on the tour and my humble bungalow: throw pillows. All of those houses have a ton of throw pillows on the bed. Some throw pillows came with my comforter. Those babies are on the top shelf of the linen closet because I won't spend my valuable time placing throw pillows on the bed. Thus, my house will never be part of a holiday home tour.
Although I'm disheartened by the loss of two followers, I'm heartened by the folks who have signed up to participate in the
If you haven't added the title of your blog yet, you can do so in the linky thingy below my infinities of love.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
A VISIT TO AMELIA ISLAND: PRIMERA PARTE
Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
Carol and I spent Saturday enjoying the Eighth Annual Amelia Island Museum of History Holiday Home Tour. We were allowed to tour all or part of five beautiful homes in Fernandina's Historic District. Each had been decorated for Christmas by a different florist on the island.
Here's Carol at the beginning of the tour:
Here's Carol at the end of the tour:
Here I am in front of one of the houses at the beginning of the tour:
Here I am at the end of the tour:
Gawd, I am beautiful. Sorry, Carol.
The day began with a heavy fog, but as we toured, the sun came out. The temperature was in the low eighties.
I hope that tomorrow I'll have time to tell you a bit about the houses, but we have to start with the really important part of the day. We met three puppies who are in training to be service dogs. I didn't take photos of them because it might have distracted them. They were so good in spite of everything around them. Two were Golden Retrievers who will help autistic children.
As we admired the puppies in training, along came the Parade of Paws, which consisted of about forty dogs in Christmas attire who hauled along their people in a fundraiser for the Nassau County Humane Society. We were in the right place at the right time. The dogs were a hoot, and they all looked so happy to show off their wags.
The tour included free trolleys to take us from one house to the next, but they weren't around much. Most of the time we walked. Carol and I began the tour at about ten and finished at three-thirty. Carol had already picked out a lunch spot, and this is what we looked like before we headed home to Jacksonville:
I'm not sure which of us is which, but this is another shot of us:
Now, sadly, I must scold you. More of you need to sign up for the Favorite Christmas Memories Bloghop that Cherdo and I will host on Monday, December 22nd. I'm not interested in excuses. Get your rears in gear.
Sign up below the spot where you accept my infinities of love.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
Carol and I spent Saturday enjoying the Eighth Annual Amelia Island Museum of History Holiday Home Tour. We were allowed to tour all or part of five beautiful homes in Fernandina's Historic District. Each had been decorated for Christmas by a different florist on the island.
Here's Carol at the beginning of the tour:
Here's Carol at the end of the tour:
Here I am in front of one of the houses at the beginning of the tour:
Gawd, I am beautiful. Sorry, Carol.
The day began with a heavy fog, but as we toured, the sun came out. The temperature was in the low eighties.
I hope that tomorrow I'll have time to tell you a bit about the houses, but we have to start with the really important part of the day. We met three puppies who are in training to be service dogs. I didn't take photos of them because it might have distracted them. They were so good in spite of everything around them. Two were Golden Retrievers who will help autistic children.
As we admired the puppies in training, along came the Parade of Paws, which consisted of about forty dogs in Christmas attire who hauled along their people in a fundraiser for the Nassau County Humane Society. We were in the right place at the right time. The dogs were a hoot, and they all looked so happy to show off their wags.
The tour included free trolleys to take us from one house to the next, but they weren't around much. Most of the time we walked. Carol and I began the tour at about ten and finished at three-thirty. Carol had already picked out a lunch spot, and this is what we looked like before we headed home to Jacksonville:
I'm not sure which of us is which, but this is another shot of us:
Now, sadly, I must scold you. More of you need to sign up for the Favorite Christmas Memories Bloghop that Cherdo and I will host on Monday, December 22nd. I'm not interested in excuses. Get your rears in gear.
Sign up below the spot where you accept my infinities of love.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
Monday, December 8, 2014
FAVORITE CHRISTMAS MEMORY BLOGHOP
Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
I have a happy announcement today. Cherdo of Cherdo On The Flipside and I, your favorite Janie Junebug, want to host a Bloghop to add to your Christmas cheer. It's called the MY FAVORITE CHRISTMAS MEMORY BLOGHOP.
Sign up on the Linky thingy at the bottom of this post or at Cherdo On The Flipside's Linky thingy. On Monday, December 22nd, have your blog post ready for your friends to read. We want to know what your favorite Christmas memory is, whether it happened many years ago, or yesterday when you had a feel-good moment with your kiddles while decorating the tree or baking cookies. And if you were baking cookies, be sure to send some to me because that's the entry fee (just kidding! not)
I hope you join us. I shall fa la la la la as I read your posts with tidings of comfort and joy before we reach o holy night.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
Sign up here!
I have a happy announcement today. Cherdo of Cherdo On The Flipside and I, your favorite Janie Junebug, want to host a Bloghop to add to your Christmas cheer. It's called the MY FAVORITE CHRISTMAS MEMORY BLOGHOP.
Sign up on the Linky thingy at the bottom of this post or at Cherdo On The Flipside's Linky thingy. On Monday, December 22nd, have your blog post ready for your friends to read. We want to know what your favorite Christmas memory is, whether it happened many years ago, or yesterday when you had a feel-good moment with your kiddles while decorating the tree or baking cookies. And if you were baking cookies, be sure to send some to me because that's the entry fee (just kidding! not)
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I hope you join us. I shall fa la la la la as I read your posts with tidings of comfort and joy before we reach o holy night.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
Sign up here!
Friday, December 5, 2014
A DATE WHICH WILL LIVE IN INFAMY
Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
Sunday, December 7th, is Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day. Because of my concern that our young people are unaware of our country's history, I shall pull an Al Penwusser and present a post from last year.
The Veterans Administration estimates that 1,000 American veterans of World War II die each day.
Thus, we lose 1,000 heroes everyday, and with them go their memories and experiences.
The following photo is of the USS Arizona Memorial in Honolulu:
It marks the watery graves of 1,102 of the 1,177 sailors and Marines killed on the Arizona on December 7th, 1941.
During the attack on Pearl Harbor by the Imperial Japanese Navy, 2,402 Americans were killed and 1,282 were wounded.
War on Japan was declared the next day.
Nine survivors of the Arizona remain alive.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
Sunday, December 7th, is Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day. Because of my concern that our young people are unaware of our country's history, I shall pull an Al Penwusser and present a post from last year.
The Veterans Administration estimates that 1,000 American veterans of World War II die each day.
Thus, we lose 1,000 heroes everyday, and with them go their memories and experiences.
The following photo is of the USS Arizona Memorial in Honolulu:
It marks the watery graves of 1,102 of the 1,177 sailors and Marines killed on the Arizona on December 7th, 1941.
During the attack on Pearl Harbor by the Imperial Japanese Navy, 2,402 Americans were killed and 1,282 were wounded.
War on Japan was declared the next day.
Nine survivors of the Arizona remain alive.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
Thursday, December 4, 2014
MOVIE WEEKEND: HEAVEN IS FOR REAL
Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
I have a movie for you that moved me because of its spiritual nature. Willy Dunne Wooters and I watched it on Thanksgiving after dining on turkey. It's Heaven Is For Real (2014, PG, Available On DVD, but we watched it on Starz because Starz was free all weekend).
I didn't know anything about this movie, but it has "Heaven" in the title (a plus), and it stars Greg Kinnear (another plus). I cleaned up as quickly as I could after we ate because I wanted to watch the Greg Kinnear movie. WDW said, I like Greg Kinnear, too.
So we sat down, and I was surprised to see a story unfold that's based on a true story, which usually means that Hollywood has exaggerated the story. However, WDW and I did some research. We learned that the movie does not deviate much from reality as the family portrayed in the movie experienced it.
Pastor Todd Burpo (Greg Kinnear) serves at a small church in Nebraska with his wife Sonja (Kelly Reilly), who is in charge of the church's music program. During 2003, Todd and Sonja take their son and daughter on a little vacation. When they return home, both children are horribly sick with what seems to be a stomach bug or flu. Their daughter recovers, but almost four-year-old son Colton's (Connor Corum) condition deteriorates.
Todd and Sonja rush Colton to a hospital, where they learn he has a ruptured appendix--a life threatening event. Colton is rushed into surgery. Later, he tells his father about events he witnessed while he was on the operating table, events about which he couldn't have known. Todd questions his son, who explains that he went to Heaven and saw Jesus. He says that Jesus has a horse that is all the colors of the rainbow, and Heaven is like Earth, except everything is brighter and more beautiful. Everyone is young, too, which Todd learns from Colton when he says he met Todd's grandfather. Colton only recognizes "Pop" from a photo taken when he was a young man.
Colton tells his parents many details about Heaven, and eventually--with the help of a painting--he answers his father biggest question: What does Jesus look like?
I felt a bit sad to see that Heaven Is For Real doesn't have very high ratings on the Internet Movie Database, nor on Rotten Tomatoes. I loved it. Greg Kinnear is perfect in his part as the earnest pastor. Little Connor Corum is so sweet and innocent. He does very well in his first movie role.
And how can you beat a story that reveals some of the realities of Heaven?
The movie is based on a book by Todd Burpo, also titled Heaven Is For Real. It was released in 2010 and became a best seller.
Willy Dunne Wooters agreed that the movie is touching, but I wanted to slap him because he kept complaining that the image of Jesus in the movie is promoted only by very conservative Americans. I don't see what difference it makes. Supposedly, most people who have a Near Death Experience see the Savior in whatever image they have in their minds from their lives. For example, Colton says Jesus has greenish-blue eyes. One of his parents has green eyes. The other has blue eyes. The important facet of the movie to me is that Heaven is for real, as I've know for so long. I love the affirmation. For me, Jesus will probably have dark eyes.
Heaven Is For Real earns The Janie Junebug Seal of Highest Approval. I don't think I'd allow young children to watch it. They might be afraid they'll die if they get sick. Otherwise, I think it's a great movie to watch during the Christmas season, unless you're such a skeptic that you can't possibly enjoy anything about it.
Happy viewing!
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
I have a movie for you that moved me because of its spiritual nature. Willy Dunne Wooters and I watched it on Thanksgiving after dining on turkey. It's Heaven Is For Real (2014, PG, Available On DVD, but we watched it on Starz because Starz was free all weekend).
I didn't know anything about this movie, but it has "Heaven" in the title (a plus), and it stars Greg Kinnear (another plus). I cleaned up as quickly as I could after we ate because I wanted to watch the Greg Kinnear movie. WDW said, I like Greg Kinnear, too.
So we sat down, and I was surprised to see a story unfold that's based on a true story, which usually means that Hollywood has exaggerated the story. However, WDW and I did some research. We learned that the movie does not deviate much from reality as the family portrayed in the movie experienced it.
Pastor Todd Burpo (Greg Kinnear) serves at a small church in Nebraska with his wife Sonja (Kelly Reilly), who is in charge of the church's music program. During 2003, Todd and Sonja take their son and daughter on a little vacation. When they return home, both children are horribly sick with what seems to be a stomach bug or flu. Their daughter recovers, but almost four-year-old son Colton's (Connor Corum) condition deteriorates.
Todd and Sonja rush Colton to a hospital, where they learn he has a ruptured appendix--a life threatening event. Colton is rushed into surgery. Later, he tells his father about events he witnessed while he was on the operating table, events about which he couldn't have known. Todd questions his son, who explains that he went to Heaven and saw Jesus. He says that Jesus has a horse that is all the colors of the rainbow, and Heaven is like Earth, except everything is brighter and more beautiful. Everyone is young, too, which Todd learns from Colton when he says he met Todd's grandfather. Colton only recognizes "Pop" from a photo taken when he was a young man.
Colton tells his parents many details about Heaven, and eventually--with the help of a painting--he answers his father biggest question: What does Jesus look like?
I felt a bit sad to see that Heaven Is For Real doesn't have very high ratings on the Internet Movie Database, nor on Rotten Tomatoes. I loved it. Greg Kinnear is perfect in his part as the earnest pastor. Little Connor Corum is so sweet and innocent. He does very well in his first movie role.
And how can you beat a story that reveals some of the realities of Heaven?
The movie is based on a book by Todd Burpo, also titled Heaven Is For Real. It was released in 2010 and became a best seller.
Willy Dunne Wooters agreed that the movie is touching, but I wanted to slap him because he kept complaining that the image of Jesus in the movie is promoted only by very conservative Americans. I don't see what difference it makes. Supposedly, most people who have a Near Death Experience see the Savior in whatever image they have in their minds from their lives. For example, Colton says Jesus has greenish-blue eyes. One of his parents has green eyes. The other has blue eyes. The important facet of the movie to me is that Heaven is for real, as I've know for so long. I love the affirmation. For me, Jesus will probably have dark eyes.
Heaven Is For Real earns The Janie Junebug Seal of Highest Approval. I don't think I'd allow young children to watch it. They might be afraid they'll die if they get sick. Otherwise, I think it's a great movie to watch during the Christmas season, unless you're such a skeptic that you can't possibly enjoy anything about it.
Happy viewing!
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
Monday, December 1, 2014
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