Journeys With Jani

It’s Ok To Not Be Ok In Marriage: A Morning With Michelle Obama

April 10, 2025

Eat, Pray, Love

This morning I sat down with my coffee, still shaking off the sleep, and flipped on the Today Show. I didn’t expect to get pulled into something so real, but when Michelle Obama starts talking, you just listen. And this morning, she brought it.

She spoke openly—candidly—about her marriage, about politics, and about all the tabloid nonsense that’s been swirling around lately. People have been speculating that she and President Obama are getting divorced just because she chose not to attend the inauguration this year or President Jimmy Carter’s funeral. Her response? “I’m simply doing what I feel I need to do for me.”

That hit me. Hard.

In a world where everyone expects you to show up a certain way, especially as a former First Lady, she’s choosing peace. Rest. Space. And maybe even boundaries. Imagine that. A woman, choosing herself without apology. I respect the hell out of that.

But what really got me was her honesty about marriage. She admitted that there were times she literally could not stand Barack—especially when their daughters were young. And let me tell you, if Michelle Obama can’t stand her husband sometimes, the rest of us don’t stand a chance of floating through marriage like it’s a damn rom-com.

It made me stop and really think: maybe that is one of the big problems in marriage today. We swing too far in either direction—we’re either blasting every miserable moment on social media or we’re painting some Pinterest-perfect picture that isn’t real. But marriage? Real marriage? It lives somewhere in between.

There are seasons—sometimes days, sometimes months—where it’s just plain hard. Where you look at the person you married and think, “Who are you and why are you chewing so loud?” And honestly? That doesn’t mean you’re headed for divorce court. It means you’re human. It means you’re married.

And sometimes, the struggle has nothing to do with the marriage at all. Life throws weird curveballs. Sometimes you’re both in a funky place at the same time, and neither of you knows how to say it out loud. And it’s in those moments that we need more patience, more grace, and more love—not more pressure to perform or more fear that something’s broken.

What I loved most this morning was the clip they showed of President Obama himself. He said he realized that he was in a rough patch in his marriage because he wasn’t doing anything fun—everything was serious, political, and exhausting. And it made him pause. It made him want to do better.

And that’s the takeaway, isn’t it? Just try. Try to love each other through the weirdness. Through the quiet spells. Through the loud arguments and the eye rolls. Sometimes you need counseling. Sometimes you need space. Sometimes you just need to laugh again.

Look, this isn’t about politics. I don’t care which side of the aisle you’re on. I’ve always liked the Obamas—not necessarily as politicians, but as people. I admire their grit, their loyalty, their willingness to admit when things get tough. I admire that they keep showing up—for each other and for their kids.

So today, I’m just reminded that love isn’t always pretty. It’s not always easy. But if two people are willing to try, there’s beauty in the mess.

Here’s to the ones who keep trying.

XOXO, Jani

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Soulful Roads & Southern Classic: A Two-Week Deep South Road Trip

April 10, 2025

Travel Advice

Today I’m dishing up something that’s near and dear to my heart—a Deep South road trip that will leave your heart full, your belly happy, and your camera roll bursting with beauty.

We’re talking magnolia trees, soul food, Civil Rights history, antebellum architecture, sweet tea with a whiskey kick, and that warm, slow drawl that makes you feel like home—even if you ain’t from around here.

This two-week itinerary weaves through Charleston, Savannah, Atlanta, Birmingham, Montgomery, Selma, Mobile, Biloxi, Baton Rouge, and New Orleans. Whether you’re a history buff, foodie, music lover, or just need a good dose of sunshine and soul, the Deep South delivers.

Why Take a Deep South Road Trip?

Because the South is a story, honey—and every town along the way is a new chapter. It’s where blues and jazz were born, where the Civil Rights Movement took shape, and where hospitality isn’t a slogan—it’s a way of life. You’ll eat like royalty, meet the kindest folks, and feel connected to something bigger than yourself.

Best Time to Hit the Road

You’ll want to aim for spring (March–May) or early fall (September–November)—mild temps, fewer crowds, and all the azaleas and oaks your heart can handle. Summer is steamy and hurricane season rolls in late summer, so unless you love sweating through your linen, plan accordingly.

The Itinerary: A 2-Week Southern Soul Journey

Day 1-2: Charleston, SC

• Stay: Charming B&B in the Historic District or a luxury inn near the Battery.

• Eat: Shrimp & grits at Poogan’s Porch, biscuits at Callie’s Hot Little Biscuit.

• Do: Historic home tours, a carriage ride, Rainbow Row, and stroll the Charleston City Market.

Day 3-4: Savannah, GA

• Stay: The Gastonian or Perry Lane Hotel.

• Eat: Fried green tomatoes at The Olde Pink House, pralines along River Street.

• Do: Forsyth Park, ghost tour, Bonaventure Cemetery, and get lost in the Spanish moss.

Day 5: Atlanta, GA

• Stay: Midtown boutique hotel or The Candler.

• Eat: Hot chicken at Busy Bee Cafe, cocktails at The Garden Room.

• Do: MLK Jr. National Historical Park, National Center for Civil and Human Rights, Ponce City Market.

Day 6: Birmingham, AL

• Stay: The Elyton Hotel (hello rooftop views).

• Eat: BBQ at Saw’s Soul Kitchen, banana pudding from Niki’s West.

• Do: Birmingham Civil Rights Institute, 16th Street Baptist Church.

Day 7: Montgomery, AL

• Stay: Stay downtown near the Riverfront.

• Eat: Fried catfish at Cahawba House, peach cobbler for dessert.

• Do: Legacy Museum, National Memorial for Peace and Justice, Rosa Parks Museum.

Day 8: Selma, AL

• Day Trip Stop

• Do: Edmund Pettus Bridge, Voting Rights Museum, walk the same steps as heroes did.

• Tip: Stop here en route to Mobile. Reflect and soak it in—it’s powerful.

Day 9: Mobile, AL

• Stay: The Battle House Renaissance.

• Eat: Gumbo at Wintzell’s Oyster House, beignets at Mo’Bay.

• Do: Explore the USS Alabama, stroll Dauphin Street, visit the Carnival Museum.

Day 10: Biloxi, MS

• Stay: Beachfront resort or boutique casino hotel.

• Eat: Crawfish étouffée, po’ boys, and fresh Gulf oysters.

• Do: Beach time, lighthouse tour, a little blackjack if you’re feeling lucky.

Day 11-12: Baton Rouge, LA

• Stay: A riverfront hotel or historic plantation B&B nearby.

• Eat: Boudin balls and red beans & rice—don’t ask questions, just eat.

• Do: LSU Rural Life Museum, Old State Capitol, stroll the Mississippi River.

Day 13-14: New Orleans, LA

• Stay: French Quarter if you want the vibe, Garden District if you want peace.

• Eat: Everything. Café du Monde beignets, jambalaya, muffulettas, chargrilled oysters.

• Do: Live jazz on Frenchmen Street, steamboat ride, a voodoo tour, people-watch on Bourbon Street.

What to Eat Across the South

This is not the time to diet, friend. Expect:

• Buttery biscuits & gravy

• Fried everything

• Crawfish boils

• Sweet tea & bourbon cocktails

• Pimento cheese, hush puppies, cornbread, and collard greens

• Oh, and pie. So. Much. Pie.

Where to Stay

I’m a travel advisor for a reason—because no two travelers are the same. Want boutique charm? I got you. Prefer modern luxury with a rooftop bar? Done. Road trippin’ on a budget? Let’s get creative.

Let Me Plan It For You

You can absolutely DIY this trip, but if you want all the beauty with none of the stress, holler at me. I’ll handle the route, the hotels, the dining recs, and even those little off-the-beaten-path spots that make it feel like you discovered something.

XOXO, Jani

Y’all ready to feel the soul of the South? Let’s hit the road.

Take Time To Travel with me—Jani—and let’s turn this road trip into a journey you’ll never forget.

The Take Time To Travel Team – Cindy, Jani, Tammy, Trisha, Krystal

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A Bit Of A Soapbox…

April 9, 2025

Travel Advice

Let’s Talk About It: How Does a Travel Agency Actually Make Money?

This may surprise you, but it’s not by magic. Or tips. Or good vibes and glitter.

Travel Advisors like us at Take Time To Travel make our living through commissions paid by the travel suppliers—not by you—when you actually book the trip we’ve planned for you. That means when we create a custom itinerary and you decide to “book it yourself,” we just worked for free. Yep. Zero. Nada.

That’s like asking your hairstylist for a full color consult, style guide, and product recommendations… then heading to Walgreens with a coupon. It stings, y’all.

Here’s the deal:

We don’t charge a service fee just to work with us. We love what we do and we want travel planning to feel fun and easy for you.

BUT—and it’s a big ol’ but—when it comes to more complex trips like road trips, multi-destination journeys, European rail adventures, or anything with lots of moving parts, we may charge a planning fee.

Why? Because we spend hours crafting your custom trip—making sure it flows, booking every hotel, cruise, transfer, tour, or flight, confirming every detail, and organizing it all in a beautiful folder or a sleek Trip App. It’s curated, cohesive, and built just for you.

And here’s the best part? We’ve got your back from the moment we start planning until the day you return home.

The only thing you have to do is pack your bags and go have fun. We handle the rest.

We love what we do—but we also value our time and expertise. So if you’re ready to plan something amazing, let’s talk.

We’ll make it fabulous—and easy—because that’s just what we do.

XOXO, Jani

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The Take Time To Travel Team – Cindy, Jani, Tammy, Tricia, Krystal

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DANCING!

April 9, 2025

The Sitcom Called “Mary Jane”

What’s the most fun way to exercise?

Y’all. Let me go ahead and be real honest right out the gate: I have ZERO desire to exercise. Like, absolutely none. Been there. Done that. Got the oversized, ill-fitting t-shirt from some gym promo and a dusty yoga mat in the back of my closet to prove it.

Run? RUN? Am I being chased?? By Michael Myers? Jason Voorhees? Cujo?!

No?

Then no. I’m walking. Slowly. Like the slow southern drawl in a lazy front porch conversation. I walk with a slow southern drawl, and I do it with no shame. LOL.

But here’s the thing. You know what I will do?

I’ll dance.

I’ll dance like a complete fool in the rain.

I’ll dance alone in my kitchen with my coffee.

I’ll dance with my grandbabies until we’re all giggling on the floor.

I’ll dance with Bean—yes, the cat. (He pretends not to enjoy it, but I know better.)

I’ll dance with friends, with strangers, with my reflection in the microwave door.

If dancing counts as exercise, well shoot—I’m basically an Olympic athlete.

So what’s the most fun way to exercise?

The way that makes you forget you’re doing it.

For me, it’s dancing like nobody’s watching—even though half the time someone definitely is.

If you need me, I’ll be in the living room.

Music up. Feet moving. Heart happy.

Want to add a playlist to go with it? I’ve got ideas!

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Good Morning From The Porch

April 9, 2025

The Sitcom Called “Mary Jane”

Euharlee Creek is rising, the coffee is brewing, and the bassets are already running the show.

I’ve never been a fan of rushing into the day. I believe in easing into it—slowly, intentionally, with a hot coffee in hand and a seat on the porch where the view is part wilderness, part comedy show.

Life here at our old creekside cabin unfolds at its own pace, and our pets are the stars of the morning routine.

Let me introduce you to the crew.

Cash, our gentle giant of a Basset Hound, is likely still in bed as I write this. He could eat the other two in one bite if he wanted to—but he doesn’t. He’s too laid-back to lead, too chill to challenge, and way too content to move unless absolutely necessary.

Shelby, on the other hand, makes her grand descent each morning like the diva she is. Her throne? A $700 ottoman I insisted on when we bought new living room furniture. It sits by the fireplace and was meant for guests—or, you know, humans. But now it has a Shelby-shaped “well” in the cushion, and she has claimed it as her own. She guards it like a dragon with its hoard, daring poor Cash to even try to get cozy beside her.

Bean, our cat and self-proclaimed explorer, is already out on his morning mission via the pet door. He came to us back when I worked in vet-med—tiny, unwanted, and just what I didn’t know I needed. I used to hang bird feeders on the porch, thinking I was helping the wildlife. Turns out, I was just setting the table for Bean. He treated them like a drive-thru. So, down the feeders came.

Out here, we live nestled in the woods along the beautiful, wide, and deep Euharlee Creek. It may rise from time to time, but it’ll never reach the house, thanks to our three-level yard. The other side is a massive sod farm, and nature usually minds her manners. Usually.

But you’d think I personally conjured the storms based on how my pets act when the creek swells and covers their sacred trail. Yes—there’s a trail. They made it themselves, winding through grass and moss, all the way down to the water. When it floods, they act as if their whole world has been upended… and that somehow, it’s my fault.

So I sit here most mornings in my favorite rocker on the porch, sipping coffee while the wind dances through the chimes and my windsock flutters in the breeze. The dogs patrol the yard (once it’s dry), Bean comes and goes like a shadow, and the creek does what the creek does.

It’s not always quiet. It’s rarely perfect. But it’s home.

And on mornings like this, with coffee in hand and critters at my feet, I’m reminded that slow, sweet mornings aren’t wasted time—they’re the good stuff.

Thanks for joining me this morning.

If you’ve got a favorite porch memory, a spoiled pet story, or your own backyard soap opera, I’d love to hear it. Drop a comment or come chat with me on socials—especially if your pets also think you control the weather.

XOXO, Jani

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Taco Tuesday: Tradition, Tacos, Tequila

April 8, 2025

Eat, Pray, Love

There are a few things in life that are just good for the soul. A warm hug, a perfectly timed playlist, and—for me—Taco Tuesday with my girls.

Almost every Tuesday (okay, at least three times a month if the stars align), I gather with my ride-or-die taco tribe: Brenda and Mary. Sometimes it’s just the three of us, sometimes others drop in, but it doesn’t matter if we’re a trio or a table-full—the vibe is always just right. There’s something special about the ritual: a margarita (or two… who’s counting?), a table full of tacos, and some solid girlfriend comradery.

We’ve made it our mission to taste-test tacos across Cartersville and beyond. El Charro, El Charitto, Los Arcos, El Dorado, Tarascos, Los Palmas, Santana, La Patrona… and I know I’m forgetting a couple. Each spot has its own flavor, its own flair, and believe me—we’re equal opportunity taco lovers.

Tonight’s pick? El Dorado. Their skinny margaritas have a way of making the stress of the day melt faster than you can say “Boom Boom tacos,” and yes, those tacos made me smile all the way through my margarita!

Now, I’ll admit something here: I’ve got a soft spot for El Charro. Maybe it’s the cheese dip, maybe it’s nostalgia, maybe it’s just the way the chips hit the table right when you need ‘em most—but isn’t that the way with your favorite spot? Sometimes it’s not even about the food (though let’s be real, the tacos are solid). It’s about the memories made there. The laughter that’s echoed off the walls. The stories shared over guac and salt-rimmed glasses.

Taco Tuesday isn’t just a meal—it’s a moment. A little slice of joy in the middle of the week. A chance to catch up, let go, and be reminded that life is delicious, especially when shared with good people and great tacos.

So if you’re ever wondering where I am on a Tuesday night… just follow the sound of laughter and clinking glasses. We’ll save you a seat.

XOXO, Jani

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Being A Woman Is Wild—A Day In The Life Of Me

April 8, 2025

The Sitcom Called “Mary Jane”

Y’all. Being a woman is wild.

Like, truly bonkers. If I were to summarize today in one sentence, it would be this little meme I saw yesterday.

“I just cried, cleaned the entire house, shaved my legs, and now I’m fine.#

Seriously. That is the plot of my life. That’s the entire emotional rollercoaster. And if you’re a woman reading this, you’re probably nodding like, “Yeah, seems legit.”

Let’s break it down:

Step 1: Cry.

No warning. No big trigger. Just suddenly, I’m sobbing because I remembered that one time in 1994 when someone said I looked tired. Also maybe because the dog looked at me with judgment in his eyes when I ate a cookie before 10 a.m. Again.

Hormones? Stress? The absolute audacity of a Monday? WHO KNOWS. The tears just showed up like uninvited guests who brought wine and feelings.

Step 2: Clean like a madwoman.

Is there a better coping mechanism than rage vacuuming? I think not. I was swiffering with purpose, y’all. I don’t know if it was the tears or the cookie shame or just the fact that I needed to do something productive to feel human again, but that house got cleaned top to bottom.

It’s called emotional productivity. Look it up. Or don’t. I made it up just now.

Step 3: Shave legs.

Did I have plans to go somewhere fancy? Nope. Did anyone request the silky-smooth stems? Also nope. But suddenly I decided that I could not live another moment with legs that felt like a cactus in a windstorm.

Shaving is a spiritual reset. And also a bloodsport if you do it standing up in the shower with no lighting and questionable balance. I lived. Barely.

Step 4: I’m fine.

That’s it. I’m fine now.

We don’t question it. We just go with it. I’m smiling again. Possibly singing along to Fleetwood Mac while folding towels like a boss. No one knows what just happened, least of all me. But we made it, friends. We made it.

Being a woman is wild.

Pass the wine and the moisturizer.

XOXO, Jani

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One?

April 8, 2025

The Sitcom Called “Mary Jane”

What book could you read over and over again?

Now that’s a loaded question. Narrowing it down to one single book feels a bit like asking me to pick a favorite grandchild—and you better believe I’m not touching that landmine!

Truth is, I’ve always been a reader. Growing up, books were my escape hatch from a chaotic world, and I was the kind of kid who’d get in trouble for reading past bedtime. No joke—my daddy actually grounded me from reading once because he knew that would hit where it hurt! When he built our new house in the late ’70s, he even designed my bedroom around my love of books. I had built-in bookshelves and a cozy nook before book nooks were Pinterest-worthy.

These days, I still find joy in everything from thrillers to southern sass. My latest re-readable obsession? The Silent Patient—it was our book club’s first pick of the year, and whew! That one had me up way past my grown-up bedtime. I also loved Reese Witherspoon’s Whiskey in a Teacup. That mix of Southern charm and strong woman energy? Yeah… I get it.

And don’t even get me started on my Stephen King collection—all in hardback, of course. I’m obsessed. There’s something about his twisted, brilliant storytelling that hooks me every single time. I’ve also revisited a few of Mary Kay Andrews’ books—light, funny, and the perfect company for a lazy weekend.

So, what book could I read over again? Honestly? Too many to count. But if you hand me a good story, a cup of coffee, and maybe a lazy afternoon, I’m all in.

XOXO, Jani

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Measles is Making a Comeback—Y’all, We’ve Got to Talk About Vaccines

April 7, 2025

Eat, Pray, Love

I wrote this days ago …the part in RED stayed in my drafts until I had time to clean it up a bit. But today, an 8-year-old girl in Lubbock, Texas, has died from measles, marking the second child lost to this preventable disease in the state recently.

The outbreak in Texas has now reached 481 confirmed cases since late January, with 56 hospitalizations. Neighboring states like New Mexico and Oklahoma are also reporting cases linked to this surge.

In response, Health and Human Services Secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr., who has previously expressed skepticism about vaccines, visited the affected area and is now advocating for the MMR vaccine to curb the outbreak.

This tragic loss underscores the critical importance of vaccinations. Measles isn’t just a rash and a fever; it can lead to severe complications and, as we’ve seen, can be fatal. The MMR vaccine is a safe and effective way to protect our children and communities from such outcomes. Let’s honor the memories of those we’ve lost by taking action to prevent further tragedies.

I wasn’t planning on pulling up a soapbox today, but here we are. There’s a new outbreak of measles making headlines across the U.S., and it’s got my travel advisor brain and momma heart on high alert. I’ve got grandbabies, clients crossing borders daily, and a whole lotta love for common sense.

So let’s talk—kindly but directly—about this mess and the role vaccines play in keeping us safe.

Wait, Measles? Didn’t We Handle That?

Yes. We did. Or at least we thought we had. Measles was declared eliminated in the U.S. back in 2000. That meant it wasn’t spreading within our communities anymore, thanks to widespread vaccination. But lately? It’s popping up again—coast to coast. Airports, schools, even tourist destinations.

And here’s the kicker: it’s not that the measles virus got stronger. It’s that our immunity got weaker. Too many people are unvaccinated, and measles is one of the most contagious viruses on the planet. You don’t have to be elbow-to-elbow with someone to catch it—just breathing the same air an infected person did up to two hours earlier can do the trick. Yikes.

Why This Matters (Especially If You Love to Travel)

As a travel advisor, I see folks jetting off to amazing places every day—Europe, Africa, the Caribbean, you name it. But many of those destinations still struggle with measles outbreaks.

Even one unvaccinated traveler can bring it home.

It’s not just a health issue—it can throw a big ol’ wrench into travel plans, too. Some countries even require proof of vaccination or won’t let you in at all if there’s an outbreak. Imagine planning your dream trip, only to be turned away at the border. No thank you.

Vaccines Work. Period.

Now, before anyone gets riled up—yes, I know vaccines have stirred up controversy. I know people have questions, fears, and stories. I’m not here to bully anyone or pretend this is a black-and-white issue for every single person. But I am here to say this:

The overwhelming body of science supports vaccines as safe, effective, and vital to public health.

I’m also old enough to remember when kids got measles, mumps, and rubella—and it wasn’t a rite of passage. It was dangerous. Some never fully recovered. Some didn’t make it. We created vaccines so families wouldn’t have to go through that heartbreak anymore.

Let’s Be Smart, Not Scared

We live in a time where misinformation spreads faster than a virus, but so does knowledge—if we’re open to it. Talk to your doctor. Ask questions. Get answers from credible sources, not Facebook fear spirals. And if your child can be safely vaccinated? Please, do it. You’re not just protecting your family—you’re protecting babies, elders, cancer patients, and others who can’t get vaccinated.

Final Word

Listen, I don’t care if you breastfed, bottle-fed, co-slept, or Ferberized. I don’t care if you use essential oils, wear crystals, or swear by Tylenol. What I do care about is community, safety, and compassion. And right now, choosing vaccines when you can is one way we show up for each other.

Let’s keep the world open—for travel, for connection, for the next generation. And let’s keep measles where it belongs: in the history books.

Stay safe. Stay curious. And don’t forget to pack your vaccine card, y’all.

XOXO, Jani

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That, Too, Is Poverty…

April 7, 2025

Eat, Pray, Love

Let’s talk about a kind of poverty that doesn’t show up in bank statements or pantry shelves. I’m not talking about needing bread, rent money, or a new pair of jeans. I’m talkin’ about the kind of hunger that sneaks in quiet—like humidity on a Georgia summer night. You don’t notice it at first, but before you know it, it’s clingin’ to your skin and wearin’ you slap out.

Mother Teresa once said, “Sometimes people can hunger for more than bread… That, too, is poverty.”

And let me tell you something, y’all—ain’t that the truth?

We look around our homes and see full bellies, clean laundry, and a roof over our heads, and we think, “Whew, thank God we’re blessed.” And we are. But sometimes we forget to check the emotional pantry. You know—the one where love, connection, and attention are supposed to be stocked up.

You ever been in a room full of people and still felt completely alone? That’s not just “having a rough day.” That’s a deep, aching kind of poverty. And honey, it can hit anybody—your child, your husband, your best friend… even you.

We rush around doing All The Things—working, cooking, planning trips (hi, it’s me), juggling babies and bills—and sometimes forget to look the people we love square in the eyes and say, “Hey, you good? Like, for real?”

Now, I’m not saying go full-blown therapy session at the dinner table (unless you want to, of course), but I am saying let’s stop mistaking being “taken care of” with being seen. We need affection. We need warmth. We need to feel like we matter—beyond the chores we do or the roles we play.

So maybe tonight, instead of checking your email or folding one more towel, you sit down beside your child, your spouse, or even your own reflection in the mirror and just be. Hug tighter. Listen longer. Let folks feel felt. Because emotional poverty is real, and the cure is simpler than we think: presence, affection, love.

Let’s not just feed bellies. Let’s feed hearts.

XOXO, Jani

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