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05/30/2026

He jumps from nearly four stories in the air into a pool of water barely deep enough to cover your ankles.

Darren Taylor, better known to the world as "Professor Splash," has built his entire career around doing something that every physics textbook and common sense would tell you is impossible to survive. From his home base in Denver, Colorado, this daredevil performer has dedicated decades of his life to perfecting one of the most jaw-dropping and genuinely dangerous stunts ever witnessed by human eyes.

His Guinness World Record stands at a plunge of 37.99 feet, roughly 11.58 meters, into a portable inflatable pool containing just 12 inches of water. To put that into perspective, that pool is shallower than most kitchen sinks. The crowd watching this feat is typically standing in deeper water when they wade into a swimming pool. Yet Taylor hits that water at tremendous speed and walks away.

The secret, if you can call it that, is the belly flop. Taylor deliberately positions his body horizontally before impact, spreading the force of the collision across the maximum possible surface area of his torso. A feet-first dive from that height would drive his legs straight through the bottom of the pool and into the ground beneath, with fatal consequences. A head-first dive would be equally catastrophic. The belly flop is not sloppy or accidental. It is a precisely calculated, technically demanding body position that Taylor has refined through thousands of hours of practice and painful trial and error.

Taylor has broken his own record more than a dozen times across multiple countries, performing in front of massive live audiences and television cameras around the world. He has taken his record-breaking dives to locations across Europe, Asia, and North America, drawing enormous crowds everywhere he goes. Each time he pushes the height a little further, the margin for error grows even thinner.

Beyond water, Taylor has also set the Guinness World Record for the highest shallow dive into fire, a variation of his signature stunt that adds the element of burning flames to the already terrifying equation. The man simply does not recognize the concept of a ceiling when it comes to what he is willing to attempt.

The physical toll has been real and significant. Taylor has suffered eight documented concussions throughout his career, a testament to just how violent the impact is even when executed perfectly. The force transmitted through water at those speeds is immense, and even with flawless technique, the human brain experiences serious trauma from repeated exposures. Despite all of this punishment, Taylor has never broken a single bone in his body, which many medical observers consider almost as remarkable as the dives themselves.

Taylor trains constantly and studies the physics of water displacement and hydrodynamics with serious discipline. He is not simply a thrill seeker throwing himself off platforms. He approaches each dive with the mindset of a scientist and an athlete, calculating angles, speed, body tension, and water depth with extraordinary precision. A miscalculation of even a few inches in body position could mean the difference between a record and a tragedy.

Professor Splash remains one of the most unique world record holders alive today, occupying a category of human achievement so specific and so dangerous that virtually no one else on the planet has ever seriously attempted to challenge him. His legacy is written not just in the Guinness record books, but in the gasps of every crowd that has ever watched him disappear into that impossibly shallow pool from an impossibly great height and then climb out smiling.

05/30/2026

Welcome to the most bizarre marketplace on Earth, where thousands of animal skulls stare back at you from every direction.

Nestled in the city of Lomé, the capital of Togo in West Africa, the Akodessewa Fe**sh Market stretches across a vast open-air space that has operated for well over a century. Known locally as "Marché des Fétiches," this extraordinary trading hub draws visitors, healers, and spiritual practitioners from across the entire African continent and beyond. Estimates suggest that roughly 60 percent of Togo's population practices Voodoo, a religion that predates Christianity and Islam in the region by thousands of years, making this market not a curiosity but an essential institution of daily spiritual life.

The sheer scale of what is on display here is overwhelming. Row after row of stalls overflow with the dried remains of hundreds of animal species. Monkey heads, leopard skins, elephant feet, python skins, owl carcasses, crocodile skulls, cheetah paws, baboon hands, and dried chameleons are among the most commonly traded items. Vendors estimate that over 300 different species of animals can be found across the market at any given time. Many of the specimens arrive from hunters operating across Ghana, Benin, Nigeria, and Burkina Faso, making Akodessewa a regional hub that services a trading network spanning thousands of square miles.

The key figures at this market are the fe**sheurs, traditional healers who possess deep knowledge of Voodoo remedies passed down across generations. These practitioners believe that every animal part carries a specific spiritual energy, or "fe**sh," that can be harnessed for healing, protection, or ritual purposes. A client suffering from infertility might receive a remedy ground from the skull of a specific bird mixed with herbs. Someone seeking protection from evil spirits might be prescribed a paste made from a lizard and particular roots. The fe**sheur grinds the dried animal parts into a fine powder, blends them with medicinal herbs and other organic materials, and administers them in various ways including rubbing the mixture into small cuts made in the skin, a practice known as scarification medicine.

One of the most respected fe**sheurs at the market, a man named Dah Kpengla who has practiced there for over 35 years, once told journalists that he treats roughly 20 patients per day, traveling clients who have sometimes walked for days to seek his guidance. He charges between 2,000 and 50,000 CFA francs per treatment depending on the complexity of the remedy, equivalent to roughly 3 to 80 US dollars. For communities with no access to Western medicine, this market represents not superstition but survival.

What makes Akodessewa particularly remarkable from a global perspective is its total openness. Voodoo, as it spread to Haiti, Cuba, Brazil, and New Orleans through the transatlantic slave trade beginning in the 16th century, became a secretive and often misrepresented religion in those places, forced underground by colonial and religious persecution. Here in Togo and the surrounding region of the Bight of Benin, where Voodoo originated, there is no secrecy whatsoever. January 10th is officially recognized as National Voodoo Day in Benin, and the spiritual tradition is woven into the open fabric of civic life. The Akodessewa market embodies that openness completely.

The market has faced growing pressure from international wildlife conservation organizations in recent decades. Studies conducted by researchers from the University of Kent and published around 2011 identified Akodessewa and similar West African fe**sh markets as significant factors in the declining populations of several protected species including various raptor birds, African grey parrots, and pangolins. Conservation groups have opened difficult conversations with practitioners about sustainable alternatives and substitutions, though progress has been slow given that the entire framework of the remedies depends on the specific spiritual properties believed to be held by specific creatures.

Photographically, Akodessewa is one of the most striking locations on the planet. The vivid colors of drying skins against pale bleached skulls, towers of bones rising six feet high, the intense expressions of vendors who have spent their entire lives surrounded by this world, all combine to create images that are genuinely unlike anything found anywhere else on Earth. Tourists and documentary filmmakers make the journey to Lomé specifically to walk these aisles, though visitors are advised to always ask permission before photographing individuals and to treat the space with the same respect one would give any active place of worship, because that is precisely what it is.

This market is not a relic of the past. It is a living, breathing, thriving institution that serves millions of people, answers questions that modern medicine sometimes cannot, and connects an entire civilization to its deepest spiritual roots in the most direct and tangible way imaginable.

05/30/2026

Deep in the frozen wilderness of Siberia, the ground itself is swallowing the Earth whole, and scientists say there is no way to stop it.

In the remote Sakha Republic of Yakutia, Russia, a wound in the landscape is growing larger every single year, and locals have given it a name that tells you everything you need to know: the Gateway to the Underworld. The Batagaika Crater is the largest permafrost megaslump on the entire planet, stretching more than one mile in length and plunging nearly 300 feet into the frozen earth below. From the air, it looks like a massive tadpole-shaped scar carved into an otherwise untouched green wilderness, and the imagery captured by drone cameras in recent years has left viewers around the world completely speechless.

The story of Batagaika begins in the 1960s, when Soviet-era deforestation operations cleared large sections of the surrounding taiga forest. With the tree cover gone, sunlight began hitting the ground directly and warming soil that had been frozen solid for thousands of years. The permafrost, which had essentially acted as a geological freezer keeping everything locked in place, began to thaw. The ground destabilized, collapsed, and the slumping process began. What started as a relatively modest depression has since grown into one of the most dramatic geological features on Earth, and it shows absolutely no signs of slowing down.

Every single year, the crater expands by an estimated 30 to 50 feet, and some studies suggest the rate of expansion is actually accelerating as global temperatures continue to rise. The Siberian Heat Wave of 2020, which saw temperatures in the region reach a record-shattering 100.4 degrees Fahrenheit in the town of Verkhoyansk, caused an extraordinary spike in the crater's expansion rate that alarmed researchers worldwide. Scientists from institutions including the Alfred Wegener Institute in Germany have been monitoring Batagaika closely, and their findings paint a striking picture of what unchecked permafrost thaw looks like at a massive scale.

What makes Batagaika scientifically extraordinary is not just its size but what it is revealing as it collapses. The exposed walls of the crater function like a geological time machine, displaying layer after layer of frozen sediment that tells the story of Earth's climate going back more than 200,000 years. Researchers have identified distinct bands of soil, ice, and organic material that correspond to ancient warm and cold periods in Earth's history, providing a record that is incredibly difficult to find anywhere else on the planet. These layers are essentially a frozen archive, perfectly preserved until now.

The crater has also yielded remarkable biological discoveries. Ancient animal remains have been found within its walls, including the bones and preserved tissue of long-extinct megafauna such as woolly mammoths, woolly rhinoceroses, and ancient horses. In some cases, the permafrost preservation is so complete that soft tissue, fur, and even stomach contents have survived intact for tens of thousands of years. Each collapse of the crater walls has the potential to expose new specimens, making Batagaika one of the most significant paleontological sites in the world even as it represents a growing environmental crisis.

The human dimension of this story is equally significant. The indigenous Yakut people who live in the surrounding region have watched Batagaika grow throughout their lifetimes, and their oral traditions have long described the place with a sense of reverence and fear. The deep rumbling sounds that emerge from the crater as frozen walls shear off and collapse have reinforced the local belief that something ancient and powerful lives beneath the surface. Scientists explain the sounds as the result of massive ice-rich sediment blocks breaking free, but the acoustic experience of standing near the crater edge, hearing the earth groan and fracture, is described by visitors as genuinely unsettling.

The broader implications of Batagaika extend far beyond Siberia. Permafrost covers approximately 25 percent of the land surface in the Northern Hemisphere and is estimated to contain roughly 1.5 trillion tons of frozen organic carbon. As that permafrost thaws, the organic material inside it decomposes and releases carbon dioxide and methane into the atmosphere, which in turn drives further warming, which in turn causes more permafrost to thaw. Scientists call this the permafrost carbon feedback loop, and Batagaika is one of the most visible examples of this process playing out in real time. What is happening in this remote corner of Yakutia is not just a local curiosity but a warning signal for the entire planet.

Drone footage of the crater, filmed by adventurers and researchers who have made the difficult journey to this remote location in northeastern Russia, has introduced Batagaika to a global audience and sparked widespread fascination and concern. The aerial perspective reveals the full scale of the megaslump in a way that ground-level photographs simply cannot capture, showing its teardrop shape, its towering walls, and the raw exposed geology that no human eye had ever seen before the permafrost began to fail. The footage is breathtaking, haunting, and deeply thought-provoking all at the same time.

The Gateway to the Underworld is open, it is growing, and what it is revealing about our planet's past may be one of the most important stories of our time.

05/30/2026

One of the most valuable liquids on Earth flows through an ancient creature that has survived five mass extinctions, and every single vaccine you have ever received depended on it.

The Atlantic horseshoe crab, Limulus polyphemus, is not actually a crab at all. It is more closely related to spiders and scorpions, and it has remained virtually unchanged for roughly 450 million years. Long before dinosaurs walked the Earth, this armored creature was already crawling along ocean floors. Yet despite its prehistoric origins, it has become one of the most critical animals in modern medicine, and the pharmaceutical industry simply could not function without it.

The discovery that changed everything happened in 1956, when researcher Frederik Bang at the Marine Biological Laboratory in Woods Hole, Massachusetts, noticed something extraordinary. When he injected horseshoe crab blood with certain bacteria, the blood immediately clotted into a thick gel. Further research alongside scientist Jack Levin revealed that the blood contained specialized immune cells called amebocytes, and these cells produced a substance that reacted violently to bacterial endotoxins, the deadly byproducts released by harmful bacteria like E. coli and Salmonella. This reaction was so sensitive and so reliable that it became the gold standard for safety testing in medicine.

The substance extracted from those amebocytes is called Limulus Amebocyte Lysate, known universally as LAL. By the 1970s, the FDA had formally recognized LAL testing as the definitive method for detecting endotoxin contamination in injectable drugs, intravenous fluids, surgical implants, and vaccines. Before LAL existed, the only way to test for bacterial contamination was to inject substances into live rabbits and monitor them for fever responses, a slow, imprecise, and ethically troubling process. LAL testing was faster, more accurate, and far more sensitive, capable of detecting contamination at concentrations of just one part per trillion.

Today, the harvesting process happens on a massive industrial scale. Every spring and early summer, when horseshoe crabs migrate to coastal beaches to spawn, biomedical companies send out collection crews along the Atlantic coast from Maine all the way down to Florida. Approximately 500,000 crabs are captured annually. They are transported to sterile laboratory facilities where they are mounted on stainless steel bleeding racks, as seen in the photographs showing workers in white lab coats carefully positioning the animals. A needle is inserted near the heart, and the brilliant blue blood drains directly into collection bottles below.

The blood is blue because, unlike human blood which uses iron-based hemoglobin to carry oxygen, horseshoe crabs use copper-based hemocyanin. This copper compound turns a vivid, striking blue color when oxygenated, and the sight of those bright blue bottles filling up beneath the bleeding racks is one of the most visually remarkable sights in all of biomedical science.

After bleeding, which extracts roughly 30 percent of each crab's total blood volume, the animals are theoretically returned to the ocean alive. However, studies have estimated that between 10 and 30 percent of bled crabs die as a direct result of the process, and surviving females show significantly reduced spawning activity afterward. Given that each crab is bled of nearly a third of its blood, this mortality rate has alarmed conservationists considerably.

The financial value involved explains why the industry continues despite these concerns. A single quart of purified LAL is worth more than 15,000 dollars. The global LAL market is valued at hundreds of millions of dollars annually. Charles River Laboratories, Associates of Cape Cod, Lonza, and Cambrex are among the major companies that dominate the industry. Every IV bag, every hip replacement, every pacemaker, every needle, every vial of insulin, and every COVID-19 vaccine produced had to pass an LAL test before it reached a human being.

The conservation picture is complicated. The Atlantic horseshoe crab is listed as a vulnerable species. Populations along the mid-Atlantic coast, particularly in Delaware Bay, one of the most critical spawning grounds in the world, have declined dramatically since the 1990s. The species faces pressure not only from the biomedical industry but also from the commercial bait fishing industry, which uses horseshoe crabs as bait for conch and eel trapping. Red knot shorebirds, which time their entire 9,000-mile migration from South America to the Arctic specifically to feast on horseshoe crab eggs at Delaware Bay, have seen their populations collapse in direct correlation with declining crab egg availability.

A synthetic alternative called recombinant Factor C, or rFC, has been developed and proven effective, but the FDA was slow to formally endorse it as a direct replacement for LAL testing, frustrating synthetic biology advocates for years. Some pharmaceutical companies, including Eli Lilly, began voluntarily transitioning to rFC testing, and in 2020 the FDA updated its guidelines to better accommodate synthetic alternatives. The transition is ongoing but far from complete.

For now, the ancient creature that watched the dinosaurs rise and fall continues to bleed blue into laboratory bottles, keeping human beings alive through medicine it will never understand, guarding us against invisible killers with blood the color of the ocean it calls home.

05/30/2026

A savage beating stole his memory, so he built an entire world to get himself back.

On April 8, 2000, Mark Hogancamp walked out of a bar in Kingston, New York, and was attacked by five men who beat him so severely that he spent nine days in a coma. When he finally woke up, nearly everything was gone. His memories, his skills, his identity, the forty years of life he had lived before that night had been wiped almost completely clean. He had to relearn how to walk, how to eat, how to write. Traditional therapy helped only so far, and with no health insurance to continue professional treatment, Mark had to find another way to heal himself.

What he found was Marwencol. Beginning in 2001, Mark started constructing a miniature Belgian town in his backyard in Kingston, building it to a precise 1:6 scale and setting it during World War II. He populated this tiny world with military action figures and dolls, carefully outfitting them in period-accurate uniforms, weapons, and gear. He named the town after himself and two women who were important to him, combining the names Mark, Wendy, and Colleen to create Marwencol. Within this world he created an alter ego, a heroic American soldier named Captain Hogie, and he used the doll version of himself to process trauma, work through emotions, and reconstruct a sense of personal narrative that the beating had destroyed.

The level of detail Mark put into Marwencol was extraordinary. He weathered and dirtied the figures to make them look battle-worn. He built miniature furniture, tiny bottles of alcohol for the town bar, and intricate environmental scenes using natural materials from his own yard. Then he started photographing everything. Despite having no formal training in photography before his attack and no clear memory of any training afterward, the images Mark produced were startling in their cinematic quality. He used shallow depth of field, dramatic angles, and natural light to make his photographs look like stills from a major Hollywood war film. The scenes told stories of combat, friendship, betrayal, rescue, and justice, including scenes where the doll versions of his five attackers faced violent consequences.

For years Mark worked in complete isolation, simply creating and photographing for his own therapeutic purposes, until his neighbor David Naugle noticed what was happening in Mark's backyard and was stunned by what he saw. Naugle connected Mark with Amelie Magazine, which featured his work, and from there the photographs reached the Alexis Galleries in New York City. The gallery exhibited Mark's photos to critical astonishment, and the images sold for prices reaching up to $15,000 each. The art world, which Mark had never tried to enter, embraced him completely.

Filmmaker Jeff Malmberg spent years documenting Mark's story and released the documentary "Marwencol" in 2010. The film won the Special Jury Prize at the SXSW Film Festival and is widely considered one of the most moving documentary films of the decade. It introduced millions of people to Mark's story and sparked a worldwide conversation about trauma, creativity, and the healing power of imagination. Then in 2018, director Robert Zemeckis brought the story to mainstream audiences with the feature film "Welcome to Marwen," starring Steve Carell as Mark, with the production design team recreating the miniature world on a massive scale using CGI.

Mark Hogancamp never set out to become an artist or a cultural phenomenon. He was a man who lost everything and used the only tools available to him, his hands, some dolls, a camera, and a patch of backyard dirt, to find his way back to being human. What he built in the process turned out to be one of the most remarkable artistic achievements of the twenty-first century.

05/30/2026

For over three centuries, these giant golden-and-white dogs stood between life and death in the frozen heart of the Alps.

The story of the St. Bernard rescue dog begins at the Great St. Bernard Hospice, a monastery perched at 8,100 feet above sea level on the treacherous mountain pass connecting Switzerland and Italy. Founded by Archdeacon Bernard of Menthon in 1050 AD, the hospice became a refuge for weary and endangered travelers crossing one of Europe's most deadly mountain routes. The monks who lived there dedicated their lives to helping those who became lost or buried in the brutal Alpine winters, where snowfall could reach staggering depths and avalanches struck without warning.

The monks first introduced St. Bernard dogs to the hospice sometime around 1660, originally using them as guard dogs and companions. But the brothers quickly discovered something remarkable. These dogs possessed an almost supernatural ability to navigate blizzard conditions, detect hidden crevasses before humans could see them, and locate buried victims beneath several feet of packed snow. Their sense of smell was so powerful that they could detect a human body buried under 10 to 13 feet of snow. The monks began training them systematically for search and rescue work, sending them out in groups of three or four, with the strongest dog staying beside a found victim to provide warmth while the others raced back to alert the monks.

The most legendary of all these rescue dogs was Barry der Menschenretter, known simply as Barry, who served at the hospice from 1800 to 1812. During his twelve years of service, Barry is credited with saving an astonishing 40 to 100 lives, depending on historical sources. He became so famous across Europe that after his death, his body was preserved and put on display at the Natural History Museum of Bern in Switzerland, where it still stands today. A statue erected in his honor at the Cimetière des Chiens in Paris bears the inscription: "He saved 40 people. He was killed by the 41st." Though historians debate whether this tragic ending actually occurred, the legend cemented Barry's place in history forever.

At the peak of the rescue program in the 19th century, the hospice maintained between 18 and 20 St. Bernard dogs at any one time. Between 1800 and 1855 alone, the dogs and monks together are estimated to have saved more than 2,000 lives on the pass. The dogs worked in conditions that would kill most animals, facing temperatures that plunged to minus 30 degrees Celsius, hurricane-force winds, and near-zero visibility. They were so attuned to coming storms that the monks used them as living weather forecasters, watching the dogs for signs of restlessness that signaled approaching danger.

The famous image of St. Bernards carrying small barrels of brandy around their necks was largely popularized by a painting created by Edwin Landseer in 1820 titled "Alpine Mastiffs Reanimating a Distressed Traveler." While the monks did sometimes send provisions with the dogs, the brandy barrel was more artistic invention than standard practice. Historians note that giving brandy to hypothermic victims would actually have been medically harmful, drawing blood away from the vital organs. The image was so charming and powerful, however, that it stuck permanently in the public imagination and became one of the most enduring symbols in canine history.

The golden age of St. Bernard mountain rescue gradually gave way to modern technology. By the early 20th century, helicopters, radio communications, and professional mountain rescue teams began taking over many of the roles once performed by the dogs. The last recorded official rescue by a St. Bernard at the hospice occurred in 1955. But the legacy of these extraordinary animals never faded. Today, the Barry Foundation in Martigny, Switzerland continues to breed and care for St. Bernards in honor of their ancestors, and the dogs remain official mascots of the Swiss Alps. The bottom right photo in this collection, showing modern mountain rescue workers carefully carrying an injured St. Bernard to safety, is a beautiful and poetic reversal of history. This time, the rescuers are saving the dog.

These animals gave everything they had in service to human survival, working through conditions that defied imagination, asking for nothing in return. They did not do it for reward or recognition. They did it because it was in their nature to find the lost and bring them home. If that is not heroism, nothing is.

05/30/2026

They built one of history's greatest empires and kept perfect records of millions of people without writing a single word.

The Inca Empire, known as Tawantinsuyu, stretched over 2.7 million square miles along the western coast of South America at its peak in the 15th and early 16th centuries. It governed a population estimated at between 10 and 12 million people across modern-day Peru, Ecuador, Bolivia, Chile, Argentina, and Colombia. And yet, unlike virtually every other major civilization of comparable size, the Inca had no written language whatsoever. Their solution was something the world had never seen before and has never truly seen since: the quipu.

The word quipu comes from the Quechua word meaning "knot," and that is exactly what these objects are. A quipu consists of a primary horizontal cord from which dozens, sometimes hundreds, of pendant strings hang downward. These strings are made from cotton or wool, and they are knotted, twisted, dyed, and arranged in extraordinarily precise ways. The color of each string carried meaning. The type of knot tied into the string carried meaning. The position of that knot along the string's length carried meaning. The direction in which the knot was tied carried meaning. Together, these variables created a recording system of remarkable sophistication that Inca officials called khipukamayuqs, or "knot keepers," spent years mastering.

What we know for certain is that quipu recorded numerical data using a base-10 positional system similar to the one we use today. A knot tied near the bottom of a string represented units. Knots tied higher represented tens, hundreds, and thousands. This allowed Inca administrators to track census figures, agricultural yields, military conscriptions, tribute payments, and storage inventories across the entire empire with stunning precision. Spanish colonial records from the 1500s describe Inca officials presenting quipu to Spanish authorities as legal documents, with khipukamayuqs reading them aloud as confidently as any European bureaucrat reading from parchment.

But the deeper mystery is what else quipu might contain. Harvard anthropologist Gary Urton spent decades analyzing quipu and proposed in the early 2000s that the system may contain up to 1,500 distinct binary distinctions between elements, giving it a complexity far beyond simple accounting. Some researchers believe certain quipu recorded narratives, histories, and even poetry. A 2017 study by mathematician and researcher Sabine Hyland focused on a rare group of six quipu found in the village of San Juan de Collata in Peru, and her analysis suggested these particular examples used a phonetic, syllabic system that could encode spoken language directly. If confirmed, this would be revolutionary, proving the Inca did have a form of writing after all, just one made of fiber rather than marks on a surface.

The Larco Museum in Lima, Peru houses one of the finest collections of quipu in the world alongside thousands of other pre-Columbian artifacts. Walking through its galleries, you can stand before these objects and understand why scholars find them so haunting. They look almost organic, like the root systems of strange plants or the nervous systems of unknown creatures. Each knot was tied by a human hand with specific intent, encoding information that someone desperately needed preserved. And yet the knowledge of how to read most of them died with the civilization that created them.

Approximately 600 quipu survive today, scattered across museums in Peru, the United States, Germany, and other countries. The majority have never been decoded. We know they contain information. We simply do not know what that information says. Entire histories, genealogies, laws, stories, and perhaps the voices of millions of ordinary Inca people may still be sitting silently in those knots, waiting for someone to finally find the key that unlocks them. The quipu are not ruins. They are archives. And they are still speaking in a language we have not yet learned to hear.

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