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Sister Temperance Tarot, East Austin, Austin, TX (2025)

11/19/2025

NEW MOON IN SCORPIO TAROT: A lot of shadow is coming up for folks with this new moon — but trust that it’s all emerging to be tended to with love and patience.

The alchemizing that can occur when we’re willing to show up for the “worst” parts of ourselves — the aspects we wish weren’t there, that we ignore, or have banished to the furthest reaches of our self-hood…

Those parts can really drive the bus, especially when we’re striving out in the world for recognition, validation, or belonging.

Every single one of us has a shadow, and if we exile it, it only grows stronger. Pretending that we’re perfect, or exempt from selfishness, jealousy, anger, impatience, or many other reviled character traits is a recipe for not only spiritual bypassing, but also for behaving in unconscious and harmful ways — towards ourselves and others.

So much of this stuff comes up strongly when we’re in spiritual community — especially if we were raised in (or are still participating in) ideas of the divine that are punitive, or based in ideals of purity. This is how a lot of high-control religions, groups, and cults function, and what they feed off.

Conversely, if you’re able to find spiritual community where your humanity and shadow aren’t demonized, but accepted and welcomed to be healed and integrated, there’s so much depth of support and motivating energy to move through fear, lack of self-worth, and limiting beliefs.

Are we willing to abide with the parts of our hearts we’re deeply ashamed of and embarrassed by — to serve them some tea, and even give them a little forehead kiss? It’s the only way to break through, and not be help back in that dim basement by them!

Join us later this evening to discuss how to begin. We’ll be laying all this down for discussion TONIGHT (Wednesday, 11/19), around 9:30pm CST on IG live for the Scorpio new moon tarot broadcast – I hope you’ll come and join in that conversation!

p.s. ✨ If my writing, readings, or the magic I share here has nourished or helped you, I invite you to support my work in a tangible way. Reciprocity and tips via Venmo (-Polacheck) are always received with deep gratitude 🌹

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11/19/2025

In this season of feasting, abundance and harvest, I am noticing the discordance of so many people going hungry when there is truly enough for everyone.

The earth provides so much for us all — but it is through the creation of inequality, and the hoarding for resources that people are allowed to starve.

I’m trying to focus more on the helpers, as always — and the response to this created additional struggling for people who already had it hard, by people who have more than they could ever use or consume in one lifetime…

Every day lately, I’m seeing the free fridges around town (that often languished empty all summer) being filled to the brim by folks making meals and sharing food for those in need.

My dad and I are choosing to feed unhoused folks on Thanksgiving, and it was heartening to see that nearly all the volunteer spots filled up so fast.

It’s all reminding me that generosity and sharing are part of our true nature, and that greed and cruelty are artificial ways of being, imposed on humans by culture that emerged from fear and scarcity. This doesn’t need to be our culture.

We can reject those ways of being, and instead do whatever we can to make sure that others have full bellies too — because there are no “others”. There’s just people, and all people deserve access to food.

Do you have free fridges where you live? If you’re in Austin, you can check out the ATX Free Fridge Project / and learn how to get involved, and help keep those fridges full — especially through this holiday season where benefits are being taken away, and times are hard.

We’ve also got Food Not Bombs ATX / +
FREE LUNCH / who do great work feeding people locally.

Wherever you live, I’m sure there are similar organizations you could hook up with, or if not — maybe consider starting one? It’s not as complicated as you might think!

I also want to strongly recommend donating to Anera / (they help refugees and neglected communities in Palestine, Lebanon, and Jordan) and World Central Kitchen / (WCK prepares & serves fresh, nourishing meals to communities impacted by natural disasters & during humanitarian crises) who are both doing essential work to feed the hungry people of Gaza.

There truly is enough for all of us, on this planet. The Great Mother is always providing for us. It is our work as humans to distribute her bounty, so that all may be nourished! Please drop any other good local to Austin food resources here if you know of others — and consider doing something to even out this colonizer holiday that can often be more about gluttony and excess than generosity and kindness.

Don’t get me wrong — I love an autumnal feast with friends and family, too… The cooking, thinking up new dishes, and making tried and true faves — along with the togetherness and warmth. Plus, all the fall vegetables and fruits really are my favorite… I want to cook them all upppp! But I know my heart will feel even warmer if I make room for both this year — and hopefully even make it a tradition from here on out!

If you have plans to feed people outside your circle of family and friends this year, I want to hear about it! Let’s inspire each other towards greater sharing, solidarity over charity, and DELICIOUSNESS!

ARTWORK: Erzulie Dantor by Haitian artist Andre Pierre

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11/12/2025

I’ve been meaning to write this ever since Day of the Dead — but I realized that I needed to give myself a major break from obligations and pressure when I saw the nearly full moon rising on the 4th, and it hit me that I would have to hustle to get everything ready to share my usual full moon magic with y’all… I didn’t even really have the energy or wherewithal to post about why I wasn’t posting, or going live for that moon. I had to let myself go dark.

Thank you to those who took the time to check in on me — and I’m sorry if I worried anyone by not keeping to my regular moon schedule. It felt liberating to give myself permission to just… not do it all — and also not make any explanations or excuses. Just to be quiet and rest and take care of myself. It has been so needed.

I’ve been on major low-battery mode: still giving readings to my wonderful clients, but otherwise focusing inward — sleeping a lot, reading, writing in my journal, cooking good food, and letting myself just…be, as much as possible. Life and stresses and big changes are all afoot and in the works, but I’ve had to take a lot of pressure off myself, these past few weeks.

The grief from losing my vibrant, brilliant friend Patience too soon to a vicious and aggressive rare form of cancer has been overwhelming. This is an ungraceful grief. It feels vast, and formless. There’s not a neat box I can put it in, or a way to be tidily at peace with it. I still haven’t been able to put the photo of her smiling into a glass frame to place on my altar for the dead, but I still am totally not okay with her being dead. Not when she was just here, laughing, creating, making plans for the future.

Wrapped up in her sudden loss is my own terror of mortality’s inexorable and unplannable decisions — that death can and will take us whenever it’s our time, and we have only a little say in that, if any. My mom’s death from cancer at 38 is wrapped up in this, as is too many other friends ripped away from this life and robbed from us far too young.

Cancer is a cruel serial killer and torturer and I’m angry that so many people I love have been murdered by this ugly disease.

Working with death and grief is a big part of why I’m here on this earth, this go round. I know that, and I know that all the losses I’ve experienced from a young age (and onward) are part of that. The rituals of grieving and honoring are so sacred to me, and it’s a big part of my life path to understand them, and help others with them. And going through this space where I had no bandwidth for them is another part of grief. We can’t always jump from the devastation to the sacralizing. Sometimes we just have to hang out in the bleakness of it all.

I got in my head, trying to make my altar beautiful this year. I printed out images of so many dead friends to add to my altar, and then realized that my table for them feels too small. There’s just too damn many dead people over here. I’m gonna need a bigger boat — and I hate that. It feels neverending.

And when I die, what will happen to all these framed photos? Will they end up at a thrift store, for people to discard, and then reuse the frames for their own dead loved ones, as I have been doing? I guess that’s a perfect metaphor for the cycles of human mortality, however nihilistic — because we’re all here to be recycled, over and over again.

I’m getting to a place now where I can find some peace in that, and I know that these cycles of despair and resistance and anger and feeling like I just want to lay face down in the dirt and cry are all part of it. When it feels right to light the candles and place the flowers on the altar, I will. It doesn’t have to happen on a certain day of the year, to still mean something.

I’m very grateful to Perdita Finn / , whose wonderful book Take Back the Magic: Conversations With the Unseen World called me to listen to it — and it contained all the messages I most needed to hear right now. I had no inkling that it was a book about connecting with our dead from the title, and I rarely listen to audiobooks (though this one has gotten me on a new kick, and I’m also listening to The Way of the Rose, her book with Clark Strand / , plus narration by Sophie Strand / ). I highly recommend everything written by this family of marvelous thinkers and mystics — they are all doing really important work in the world, and I am so grateful for their wisdom.

In listening to Perdita’s calming voice, chapter by chapter, I was reminded that it is our bodies that are the true ancestor altars, and that the dead don’t begrudge us anything. No one’s angry that I couldn’t get their flowers and treats together by November 2nd. Time moves differently for them anyway — and they’d never make the pain of losing them harder for us by being mad that we’re not grieving in some prescribed way.

My entire nervous system calmed down, hearing these reminders — and remembering that the dead love helping us, too. I’ve been being much gentler with myself since finishing that book, and was inspired to find my beautiful handmade rainbow rosary made by Jonah Welch / after started The Way of the Rose, as well.

3. I’m sharing all this along with some images that have also been offering a profound sense of peace, during this season of the dead — from my friend Ryan Hodgson-Rigsbee , a photographer in New Orleans who usually can be found documenting the brightly costumed living during carnival. This series of skulls is composed of plants and flowers all picked from around New Orleans and arranged by Ryan. He says “The work is a sort of a love letter to New Orleans. It is both a celebration and memorial to its history.”

There are altars everywhere, and everything (including us) is constantly dying and being reborn. I’m grateful to all the artists, writers, and magic-makers who help me stay in the sacredness of it all, even when I’m floundering in the abyss of sorrow. 💔

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11/02/2025

This Day of the Dead finds me moving very slowly, after a madcap busy October filled with travel, priestessing and tarot work (and MANY spooky parties and events!) and finally getting to catch my breath and rest. I slept nine hours last night, and honestly could have slept more.

I’m going to make some caldo de pollo to take to friends and tend to my altars for my dead in a bit, but it felt good to sit outside with my book and journal, drinking strong tea, wearing a sweater (!) and feeling the warm sun on my neck.

I heard a massive rustling in the trees above, and big dark shadows gliding overhead. Two big turkey vultures roosted in my sycamore — hunting for something dead in my yard. I could smell it, but couldn’t see it. I greeted them with respect — holy creatures, death eaters. I’ve never seen them grace my yard before, so it felt right that they were here today, on Day of the Dead.

Then I sat and had an ugly cry for my dear friend who died recently. I hate that she’s gone from this life — that I can’t call her on the phone, or hold her hand.

I printed out photos of her, and other friends who cancer robbed us of to put on my altar — but I don’t want to have to. I want them here, with us. But if this is the only way they can be, then I will light the candles, and make my offerings — as much as I wish they were among the living still, and not inheriting the world of the dead.

How is your heart on this All Souls’ Day? Are you altar-tending, parading, visiting the cemetery, or just resting? My weary, grieving heart is sending much love to yours.

I’m including some photos of past altars, the vultures that visited me today, an old favorite of my comadre Sienna / looking badass with her broom, and some altars for the dead from years past (since I haven’t re-worked mine for this year quite yet)…

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10/31/2025

Happy Witches’ New Year and Blessed Samhain, my darlings! It is finally starting to feel more like true autumn (even down here in the South), and this time of year is when those of us with witchness in our bones feel even more called to lean in to that old power, and to start our wheels turning anew.

There’s a breath of brisk air that invigorates our potion brewing or circle casting or whatever magic-making we might be up to at this time of year… I hope however you’re celebrating, it’s filling your heart with some much needed grounding and renewal.

Here’s one of my favorite poems to inspire your new year:

“Twinkum, twankum, twirlum and twitch
My great grandam - She was a Witch.
Mouse in wainscot, Saint in niche -
My great grandam - She was a Witch;
Deadly nightshade flowers in a ditch -
My great grandam - She was a Witch;
Long though the shroud it grows stitch by stitch -
My great grandam - She was a Witch;
Wean your weakling before you breech -
My great grandam - She was a Witch;
The fattest pig’s but a double flitch -
My great grandam - She was a Witch;
Nightjars rattle, owls scritch -
My great grandam - She was a Witch.

    Pretty and small,
    A mere nothing at all,
    Pinned up sharp in the ghost of a shawl,
    She’d straddle her down to the kirkyard wall,
    And mutter and whisper and call; and call -
    And - call.

Red blood out and black blood in,
My Nannie says I’m a child of sin -
How did I choose me my witchcraft kin!
Know I as soon as dark’s dreams begin
Snared is my heart in a nightmare’s gin;
Never from terror I out may win;
So dawn and dusk I pine, peak, thin,
Scarcely beknowing t’other from which -
My great grandam - She was a Witch.”

—
The Little Creature
BY WALTER DE LA MARE

ARTWORK: Thank you to for this great spooky horror book cover design by George Ziel

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10/21/2025

NEW MOON IN LIBRA TAROT: I love that The Empress continues to show up to guide us through these tumultuous times — inviting us to make lay our sorrows and anxieties on her altar, to transform them into art, to alchemize trauma into healing, and learning to hold it all together.

This is a time for laying it all down, feeling it all, and bringing into the circle, into your prayer — and by prayer, I mean: your ritual, your interpretive dance, your medicine song, your healing ceremony, your grief circle, your space of holding and being held by others.

We do not have to hold it alone, and were never meant to. That’s becoming clearer and clearer to me, especially recently. I couldn’t sleep the other night, and was feeling consumed by worries and fears about all the things that are currently overwhelming me.

When I’m feeling that way lately, I try to remember to ask for help — from my ancestors, my guides, from whoever is listening. I realized that I need actual, tangible help — for someone to be a point person I can go to for support and advice with a gnarly project with my house.

The next day, when a friend asked me how I was doing, I decided to answer honestly, and told him what I was dealing with. He immediately suggested I reach out to a mutual friend of ours, to ask for support and advice, even before I told him I had been laying awake that night, wishing I had someone like that in my life.

This is part of what I mean by lay in on the altar — recognizing that we don’t exist in a vacuum, and that we need community support, as well as spiritual assistance, and that often, they can work together. That is, if we’ll allow it, surrender, ask for help, be real about what we’re holding.

These are traumatizing times, on top of whatever other traumas we might be carrying from our pasts. It’s not easy to be a sensitive person, a dreamer, artist, or mystic with a hopeful heart right now.

(We are all children of the earth, and we must find ways to be in deeper connection and honoring of our mother — not just in our individual eco-conscious decisions, but in how we celebrate her, whether that’s a creek cleanup with a group, building a grief altar, making prayers for the waters, or dancing around a maypole (when it’s time for that!).

There are so many ways. Get back into relationship with spirit, with whatever goddesses you feel aligned with, and get creative! Spirit loves beauty, so make the world more beautiful. This is one of the many paths towards divine balance.

If you have some kind of spiritual community, now would be the time to double down and show up for whatever circles or spaces they can hold you in.

It can be really helpful to show up for yourself, and for others in those group settings of song, movement, ritual, prayer, or however you find center, connection, and honoring for the divine as you understand it.

Many of our ancestors understood this, and had access to these ways. Some are still ongoing, while others are lost. Not all can be recreated, but new ways can be explored and invented, kept alive.

We need this more than ever, now — so if you have some inkling of where you can find it, seek it out. It will be worth it, and you will be welcomed.

We will be talking about all this and more this evening, so if this resonates with you, then I really hope you’ll join the conversation for the IG live Libra New Moon tarot broadcast TONIGHT (Tuesday evening — 10/6) around 8:30pm CST! And until then, please enjoy some Libra New Moon flavored memes.

p.s. ✨ If my writing, readings, or the magic I share here has nourished or helped you, I invite you to support my work in a tangible way. Reciprocity and tips via Venmo (-Polacheck) are always received with deep gratitude 🌹

If finances are tight, you can still give back in a powerful way — share this post, or any others that have resonated with you. That kind of amplification is free, but makes a huge difference.

Supporting your favorite mystics helps us keep bringing the mysteries through — work honed over decades of devotion and study. Your kindness keeps this current flowing, and I’m so thankful for you! 🌙

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10/21/2025

Recently, my brilliant friend Daniel Tunzelmann / did a shoot inspired by the British witches of the 50s-70s, and really captured the intrigue and style esotericism of and that those early reclaimers (and at times, reinventors) of pagan ways were delving into — during a time when it was much more transgressive to be anything but some flavor of Christian.

When I asked Daniel about what led to this exploration, he shared this:

“I was inspired by the high priestesses, the witches of the last century, They were in search of truth, raising some layers of ancient knowledge.”

I’ve also included some pages from a Time Life spread from autumn on 1964, titled “Real Witches at Work”.

There are some nice bits from a more recent recap from 2014, including this bit:

“As Mrs. Ray Bone—a British housewife and pagan high priestess—noted in a nicely reasoned defense of witchcraft penned for that long-ago issue of LIFE: ‘It seems obvious to me that people can be just as immoral with their clothes on as with them off.’ Amen to that, Mrs. Bone. Amen to that.”

And: “Ray Bone, high priestess of the London witch coven, raises sword and asks ‘Mighty Ones of the East’ to protect the ritual circle in which they gather near Chipping Norton. Witches behind her hold up knives.”

I’ve always had a thing for the witches of this era — and it brings to mind a lot of my favorite influences: The Wickerman, folk horror in general, Shirley Jackson, and all the breathlessly sensationalistic articles written about Alex and Maxine Sanders, Janet and Stuart Farrar, Doreen Valiente, and Sybil Leek.

It can’t have been easy to have been a practicing witch during those years, and as it’s starting to feel like the repressive 1950s again here in this country, it felt like a good time to call back to the awareness that people have been striving to keep the magic alive, in one way or another, for a long, long time — despite ongoing persecution and prejudice.

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10/20/2025

Have you ever been ghosted? In this day and age, I kind of have a feeling that most of us have been, in one way or another…

Whether it’s by a love interest, a friend, or in professional or creative collaborations, it always feels really creepy and unsettling to me — which I guess is we call it “ghosting” in the first place.

The rattling chains and buzzy, flickery lightbulbs of these ghosty interactions linger in our consciousness and energy fields — distracting and perplexing like destructive poltergeists.

How do we exorcise from our hearts that lingering questioning? It can be consuming to keep wondering what happened to make them vanish so coldly and completely.

As someone who works with actual ghosts (who, ironically often have a deep desire to be in some kind of communication with us), I find this tendency to act like ghosts by the living to be incredibly strange, and sad.

Our time together on this earth is so, so precious. We owe it to one another to behave like we remember that.

Maybe it’s the Samhain season, or maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been really grappling with mortality and how death can come at us so fast…

We never really know what will be the last conversation we have with someone, the last email, comment, or text exchange. If we did, would we be more intentional, caring, and demonstrative of love or respect?

I’ve also had a few incidents in the past few years where a friend wasn’t responding to multiple messages and then I later found out that they’d almost died, alone at home.

I always worry about that, when someone drops out of communication unexpectedly, and now I’m even more prone to worry about something having happened to them…

I can’t fathom why anyone would want to make others worry about them, or maybe not take action to check in, for fear of being intrusive or over-reacting to a line that’s suddenly gone dead.

Also, people are literally being disappeared right now. I just…Ooof, have a lot to say about all that, but perhaps it’s for a different space.

I’ve also lost a lot of people in my life. Maybe that also makes me less inclined to just…throw away my connections with others like they’re disposable, or replaceable.

I know now that really, none of us are. I think about how in the AIDS crisis, people were losing friends every week. Sometimes you wouldn’t even know someone had died until you saw their stuff being sold off at a garage sale.

These are the things I contemplate when I get ghosted. Maybe for some people, it’s normal — or just not that deep. It’s whatever. But I don’t think it should be, y’all.

I am neurodivergent, and finally starting to understand why I’ve always struggled intensely to keep up with all my correspondence (emails, comments, calls, etc.) but trust me — I am *highly* aware of everyone I owe a response to (I promise I have a list!), and I torture myself about it, constantly! If someone nudges me for a response, I’m generally on it right away — because I know how painful it is to be left in the dark.

Rejection sensitive dysphoria is another factor in some forms of neurodivergence, and something I’m grateful to finally have a name for — but I sometimes ponder whether it isn’t exacerbated by the times we live in, and the callous ways we’ve become conditioned to interact with one another.

It would never be considered normal to get up in the middle of a conversation, and just…walk away without saying goodbye or anything else — never to be heard from again, right? So why is it normalized to do this in less direct (digital/virtual) forms of communication?

I get that things get lost in the shuffle, we’re all incredibly busy and under major duress, and that we don’t owe anyone immediate responses or access to our time and energy — but that’s not really what I’m talking about…

Because if you look up articles about ghosting, there are scads — all trying to figure out why and how this has become such a problem, and how to sort through the pain of someone we considered important enough to be in conversation with just… cutting that off with no explanation, and disappearing.

Most of the articles get into avoidance, and aversion to conflict, and hard conversations — and I agree that this is at the root of this kind of behavior. But from an ethical standpoint, I think it’s just…a really rude and sh*tty way to treat people. It’s cowardly, and immature, and I think we can all do better by one another.

I don’t want to be a ghost in other people’s lives. And I don’t want to be haunted by the ghosts of unfinished conversations, questions left hanging, or living in the not knowing of what the f**k happened there. I’m working on being braver about approaching generative conflict, keeping better track of who I owe responses to, and just in general, showing up for the relationships with people I love more.

A dear friend of mine is suddenly on her deathbed, and I’m feeling consumed with regret, looking through how many emails she sent me over the years that I never responded to. I really meant to.

Email is my true bane, but I’m trying to get over that block, because I feel like I wasted a lot of time where we could have been closer, if I’d made more of an effort to engage with her many bids for connection. And now, it’s too late.

This incredibly precious person’s body is slowly shutting down, and we will never correspond on this plane, ever again. That wasn’t ghosting, but it’s coming up for me right now, as I’m grieving intensely.

What comes up for you around this subject? Are you a ghost, or have you been haunted by ghosts like this? Or both? How can we shift this way of being, with one another?

I want to live in a world with less living ghosts — where we learn how to talk about the hard stuff, and say goodbye with grace, when it’s time.

❔🥀👻❓

10/20/2025

Isn’t my serpent friend Cora gorgeousssss? I met her recently at a costume party where I was reading tarot — a glimmering guardian of transformation, draped over my shoulders like a living spell…

She curled sweetly around my arms and seemed happy to pose for some selfies with me, and give me lots of little snek kisses (aka. gathering scent particles from me with her forked tongue — it’s really fascinating how this mechanism works, if you ever wanna nerd out about it with me!)

There’s something ancient and electric in the way snakes move, like shimmering lightning, slithering through the grass…

They remind us that to live is to be constantly growing. We have to shed our skins, to molt who we once were, to release what no longer fits who we’re in the process of becoming.

The Death card has (unsurprisingly) been coming up in lots of readings lately — because y’know… ’Tis the season!

I always associate snake symbolism with this archetype, and believe that they can be powerful guides for us when we’re moving through the mysteries.

Working with this card can be uncomfortable, frightening, and incredibly challenging — but I believe that the outcome is ultimately rewarding and aimed towards our personal evolution.

As we cross the threshold into Samhain season, the veil thins and the world trembles with endings and beginnings intertwined, ouroboros like.

The snake knows: death is never final, only a doorway. Each skin we leave behind is an offering to the future self, shining and new beneath.

Next week I’ll be in New Orleans, my heart-home — and an eternal (we hope) jewel of mystery and decay.

Aside from Carnival time, October is my second favorite season to celebrate my second favorite holiday in one of the only cities in this country that truly knows how to dance with the dead and honor the ancestors.

I’ll be traveling there to officiate a dear friends’ wedding, but on Sunday, October 26th, I’ll be opening my tarot table in the Bywater, offering a handful of in-person sessions in a lush green sanctuary.

If you feel the serpent stirring in your own spirit, if you’re ready to shed a layer or listen to what the season is whispering, now is the moment! Get in touch asap to reserve your spot with me — availability will be pretty limited.

I’m otherwise fully booked for my regular clients through the rest of October, but November and December sessions are now open for those seeking clarity, closure, or a magical 2025 wrap-up.

Sliding scale, mini-sessions, and payment plans are always available — because I believe that everyone deserves access to their own unfolding path.

If you’d like to have me read at your party or gathering, reach out — and bonus points if there are snakes on the guest list! 🐍✨

p.s. My apologies to any ophidiophobes out there — I know some folks are super afraid of snakes!

But I just looooove them so much! For me, there’s nothing quite like the slow grace of a serpent, and the reminder that transformation can be both tender and fierce.

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