Gratitude Deep pink rose- graitude and thankfulness Pale pink- grace and joy Pink rose- perfect happiness A rose is a woody perennial of the genus Rosa, within the family Rosaceae. There are over 100 species and thousands of hybrids which have grown on the Earth for 32 million years!. Rose stems are often adorned with sharp thorns; the flowers vary in size and shape and are usually large and ornate. Blooming in a kaleidoscope of colours from pure white to brilliant shades of yellows, pinks and and reds. I have been wanting to write a post on gratitude for a while, i believe that being thankful is actually fundamental to a happy life. Plus today is Thanksgiving so its time. There are quite a few flowers that symbolise thankfulness and gratitude; azaleas and agrimony being amongst them. I thought though that pink roses seemed rather fitting; one of the most popular flowers in the world for sure and identifiable by almost everyone, They are as iconic as they are pretty. All roses tend to have nice meanings, they are the flower most often associated with love and beauty. Its the pink kind that i want to focus on just now though. Deep pink represent gratitude and thankfulness; when gifted to others they hold the sentiment- thank you for being in my life. No, thank you little pink rose. A pale pink rose is symbolic of grace and joy while a mid pink rose is attributed to perfect happiness. So quite a delightful spectrum of pink sentiments. Giving a bouquet of flowers as a token of gratitude is an age old tradition and a lovely one too. There's something so personal about flowers that i think makes them such a perfect gift, especially to say thank you. Flowers always lift my mood; my mum brought me some white roses (purity and innocence) a few weeks ago and they made me smile whenever i looked at them. Roses are special. Rose essential oil is one of the most expensive you can buy, the elusive scent is intoxicating and relaxing all at once. Its widely used in aromatherapy as rose essential oil has a huge range of healing properties from antiviral to antiseptic to antidepressant. The gentle nature of roses are utilised in flower essences too; roses embody a perfect balance.The thorns offer energetic protection to help cope with lifes' challenges while the beautiful flowers aid in calming the mind and help us to feel safe. So much magical power inside each little flower; its no wonder they have such lovely sentiments attached to them. When i learn more about flowers i look at them in a whole new way; i draw roses all the time and i'm going to paint them all pink now. I want my message to the world to be one of boundless gratitude. I read this the other day and it's totally true: "Gratitude attracts more reasons to be grateful" I leave for home tomorrow and i am thankful for that. I'm thankful that i came here and im thankful for everything that's happened. Can't honestly say i learned much about horticulture as the work was mostly manual labour. What i did learn was so much more than i could have expected; I re-learned how to be happy, how to appreciate the little things, how to enjoy each day. I will never learn anything more important than that. Each day i wake up, I make an effort to smile and to say prayers of thanks to the Universe. It's such a simple act but its changing the whole energy of my life. I could go on forever listing all the things i feel thankful for,my health, my family, freedom and the beautiful earth around me being a few; but i'm also grateful for the challenges, for the depression, for the anxiety. It's all vital and part of me. Hand on my heart, i am content with the life i have been given. Thank you a thousand times. "Walk as though your feet are kissing the earth" A beautiful quote by Thich Nhat Hanh that really embodies mindfulness and gratitude. Make each step, each breath, each thought an expression of thanks. It becomes habitual very quickly and you cannot fail to benefit from living this way. Being thankful is like a meditation, when you are grateful for the present moment, theres nowhere else you would rather be. Use it as an anchor to settle you when life gets rough. Find something to be grateful for everyday. You'll struggle to stop at just one, I assure you.
Be happy, be thankful, be hopeful, be kind. Buy roses in all shades of pink. Oh and may you also be pie-full. It is Thanksgiving after all. Today the Universe planted a seed of thought in my mind "Accept the things you cannot change, relinquish the need for control" I'm not sure where it came from, it just popped into my head and made itself at home for the rest of the day. I listened, i let go, i felt calm. Cool. I dont really have a specific plant in mind for this post. Rather, i want to celebrate nature exactly as it is, rain and all. You see, I have a rain face- it just happens whenever it rains...I don't exactly love it when the clouds pour their sorrows on us, i don't love it at all actually. Todays lesson though was about accepting things exactly as they are; the outcome is a resounding feeling of tranquility. To match this rainy old day, i decided to use some rain speckled foliage to frame this post. To test that I had definitely understood this lesson, tonight i embarked on quite possibly the wettest run of my life. It was pouring. I didn't even consider not going though; the weather will do what it wants and so should I. I couldn't change the rain but i could change how i thought about it. I have done a few Vipassana meditation retreats over the years, the experience is always interesting and enlightening, though if i'm honest i struggle to make the time for meditation outside of retreats. However, one of the principal Buddhist teachings that I will always remember is that of non judgement; mostly spoken of in relation to our thoughts and labelling them as good or bad. They are niether, they are just thoughts so let them come and be as they are. The trick is not to react to them in harmful ways e.g remembering something stupid you did and feeling ashamed of yourself. Let the thought enter your mind and then let it leave; if you dont react then the thoughts can no longer hurt you. A friendly Sri Lankan monk told me simply "Make friend with your thoughts" Its good advice. Thoughts are a choice, even though they dont always seem it, they are. Choose to see the light . Rain is neither good nor bad, its just rain. As i ran and voluntarily exposed myself to the raging elements, my mind couldn't help but wander to those people who dont have a warm house to seek shelter in. The homeless, the refugees that are currently displaced all over Europe and the millions of others without a safe home. My heart breaks for them all and if i could take away their suffering, i'd do it in a second. I cant though so i simply sent loving thoughts to them and asked the Universe to show me a way that i can help. The alternative is that i get so upset about all the suffering and retreat back into my eating disorder thus adding myself to the already staggering amount of sufferers on the Earth. No need or point in that. Geez, i don't recognise myself these days! A good friend of mine sent me an email recently commenting on what he referred to as my positive negativism or negative optimism. He couldn't decide which he preferred. I thought that was a brilliant description of my attitude. These days, I think i can be more positive optimism, especially today. As i splashed through mini oceans (puddles) all i could think was -"great, my trainers really needed a good clean". They are spotless now. Thanks.
The rain and wind in my face would normally reduce me almost to tears but tonight i just smiled and pushed on. Stopping just stalls the progress and prolongs the suffering. Better to carry on even if its slowly, simply keep moving. The rain will do its thing, so just do your too.I think that's what its like to feel at peace- a storm can rage around you but you are a pillar of calm and tranquility in the midst of it all. Not that i usually am, but tonight i was. My guardian angels are probably celebrating and thinking- "About bloody time! We've only been telling you to calm the heck down for years!" Yeah well, i got there in the end. Even as i wrung the water from my socks and gloves, i was glad that i met nature head on and we ran together on this dark November night. The rain and i danced separately to the same beat, a silent understanding synchronising our movements as we bowed to the Earth. Seeds: the beginnings of life Since we are now well into Autumn, nature has taken what it needs from the plants, leaving behind the husks and pods and flower skeletons. The last few tufts of seed, carried away by chilly Autumn winds. I love seeing all the changes and watching my favourite summer wild flowers fall asleep; resting their pretty little heads until the Spring. Its a different kind of beauty. The bright colours are gone but earthy tones remain and some really cool seed pods and twiggy things. Great for photography! As the seasons transition, we can take this time to do some transforming too. Nature is just so clever, nothing can be perfect and beautiful all the time, its not possible. Every stage is equally as vital, the plants know that and accept it. I think that is what we should all strive for: to accept our own limitations and embrace our humanness with open arms. Yet we expect so much of ourselves all the time.It doesn't make us happy and inevitably at some point we can no longer keep up with our own ridiculous demands; we crash. I fell spectacularly off my happy wagon this week then lay in the dirt for a few sad days. I had let my mind run wild and I got overwhelmed and scared and that's when bad things happen for me. When i try to do too much, my whole being freaks out and its rubbish for everyone. So i learnt from it, took a few deep breaths and carried on. I'm taking life very slow these days, one baby step at a time. There's a beautiful quote that is both thought provoking and incredibly obvious all at once: “For a seed to achieve its greatest expression, it must come completely undone. The shell cracks, its insides come out and everything changes. To someone who doesn't understand growth, it would look like complete destruction.” Cynthia Occelli I love that. If i was good at drawing I would love to do an illustration depicting it but drawing is not really a skill of mine. And that's okay! I can just be inspired by it in my mind. I've felt a bit like a seed for the past few weeks; i've often compared myself to a rootless tree. I had no real connection to anything because i kept moving and refusing to commit and let some roots develop. But i can feel myself growing now, sprouting some leaves and tentatively reaching up through the soil. Nothing but blue sky ahead. By Spring i'll be well on my way i'm sure. Maybe i'll become a daffodil; that would be nice.
Many plants looks dead or decaying in winter but they're not! In spring they will bloom again, strong and bright and ready. Their little seeds have flown away to become their own plants, allowing the parent plant some time to rest. Seed pods have dispersed their seeds and are now happily retiring on the forest floor, ready to add nutrients to the soil, hence supporting new life. On a side note, they can also make great jewellery and decorations, I have a vase of dried poppy and iris in my room... My message today is just to accept the journey, every minute of it. Find beauty and value in every step. From the transformation to the resting time to the regeneration. Life is messy and wild and unpredictable, the sooner we can accept that and relinquish control, the happier we will be. Hey, take a nap, put something comfy on and revel in nothingness. Though its not nothingness at all, you're making like a seed and regenerating; transforming slowly but powerfully from the inside. I promise that if you give yourself time to be, you'll feel a change. It's invisible, like all magic is, but so very real. Ocean: free, wild, spontaneous, captivating. Derived from the old French word occean via Latin oceanus from Greek ōkeanos meaning: ‘great stream encircling the earth's disc’. Words have a long journey to get to English. Lets take a break from leafy subjects. I love being near the ocean. The smell, the sound, the sight, the taste. All of it. I don't even mind sand in my shoes. There's something so wild and mesmerizing about the sea, a true symbol of the reckless, unpredictability of life. Sometimes its calm and gently laps against the shore; other times its angry and violent, hurling itself at whatever it can reach. Like emotions, like reality. Or the gravitational pull between the moon, the sun & the earth; your choice. I was going to tell a story from my travels in South Africa- the coast there captivated me and is a frequent backdrop to my daydreams. But lets live in the present; i'm here and it is both valid and lovely. I have an awful habit of counting down the days until i can leave somewhere, i don't know why i do it. I do it even when i'm enjoying myself. What the heck am i running from? I doubt i will ever understand myself entirely. I'm trying. There's no time like the present. In fact its the only time. "Wherever you are be all there" There's a little place, Port Logan, just a mile or so away from the gardens; i love it. It's tiny and kind of bleak with an old stone lighthouse. Its by no means the most beautiful beach i've been to but there's a certain quaint charm that makes me smile. My dad always takes great big deep breaths when we arrive anywhere away from the city; i find myself doing this exact thing when i'm at the coast.The salty fresh air just feels good for your soul. On Saturday, the weather raged outside my window, showing no signs of relenting until it suddenly just stopped. The sky opened up and the sun peeked its happy face out from behind the clouds and beamed down on this little part of the Earth. What a blessing that was. I grabbed my camera and scurried on down the muddy wee track to the beach. I was full to bursting with joy and gratitude; i honestly cannot think of a better way to spend a sunny afternoon than strolling along the beach. So this post is my thanks to the Universe for such a wonderful gift. The light you shone for me lit up my world & this little human is oh so grateful. Ode to tortured lovers
I couldn't help but think of this, rather bleak, imagery when I watched the waves. I wrote this verse anyway, sometimes beauty and tragedy go hand in hand and we need to just accept that. Sorry not sorry. ....... a whispered roar as he's ripped from her waiting arms this sorrowful farewell, replayed hundreds of times each day Reaching, stretching, desperate to hold her, just this once a sandy sigh as again, she's left alone on the shore watching him furiously battle his way to her, unrelenting & wild in his actions its a bitter existence, yet our fateful lovers are a true force of nature love: a cruel, taunting game of unyielding promises; but we play it anyway hope illuminates the tragic love story of the sand and the sea ....... Floriography
The language of flowers is a rather fickle concept. There are a lot of different meanings and really they're not all flowers. Its just a bit of fun to me and i love to imagine people collecting branches and blooms to send a message to someone. I find that to be a profoundly beautiful idea. Meaning has been attached to flowers for thousands of years, reaching back to the early Chinese dynasties and spread to different cultures throughout Europe, Asia and the Middle East. It is believed that the Language of Flowers was introduced to Europe first by Lady Mary Wortley Montague in 1717. It gained popularity particularly during the Victorian era of 1820-1880 alongside a blooming interest in botany. Victorian England was not a place where speaking ones feelings was encouraged; so through gifts of flowers and plants, arranged specifically, the sender was able to communicate the sentiments they could not express verbally. The arrangement of the blooms was just as important as the flowers themselves in portraying the right message. During this time people used to carry flower dictionaries with them so they could decode the secret messages sent to them. The meanings attributed to each flower were often derived from the appearance of the plant itself, a good example being the classic red rose. The blood red colour bursts with passion while labyrinthine petals, coupled with a thorny stem, speak volumes of the often tortured complexities of love. Some flowers were more of a direct answer - a plain coloured carnation meant 'yes', while a striped carnation meant 'no' or a refusal. A confusion in translation could have led to some serious heartbreak there! Really though, I imagine the meanings have come from all sorts of backgrounds, from their uses in healing to archaic superstitions, then evolved and changed over the centuries. I say we bring this back! I would love to be fluent in Floriography! Sometimes feelings can be too difficult to voice articulately; at these times a vibrant, thoughtfully composed bouquet could be very helpful indeed. I have an image of a poor stable boy in love with the wealthy owners daughter. He wants to show her his love, so he scours the hedgerows for forget me nots or saves his pitiful salary to afford the perfect red rose from the flower market. He painstakingly arranges his offerings and leaves them at the window, hoping with all his heart that she will understand his message and perhaps leave him one in return. I know that i would rather be given a little piece of nature than anything else. And if there was a secret meaning behind it then even better. Its like a game. A riddle. There are a lot of conflicting meanings of the flowers and plants so i simply choose the one i like best. Its certainly not factual, its just a bit of fun. I did originally think i wanted to write solely about flowers but all of nature is enchanting and has a story to tell so i'm just going with the flow. Plus a lot of flowers have meanings that i don't really like (lavender- mistrust?) Also, the healing properties of the plants add another dimension of meaning and i don't believe that any interpretation can be wrong. Flowers evoke such powerful emotion so let that be your guide. My introduction to this secret language was actually through this novel which i did enjoy but i thought the story got a little contrived. The flowers are woven beautifully into the story though and the backdrop of San Francisco is a lovely touch. Winter weather brings great need for books, thoughts of flowers hastens the arrival of Spring. Alas, I'm being too hard on winter; there's such beauty in these months too, the crisp clear air and sparkling frosts are unique only to this time of year. Nature is never truly devoid of grace & wonder. Pink Rose- Perfect happiness; friendship Purple Pansy- Hearts ease; you occupy my thoughts Corn Poppy- Consolation Garden Daisy- I share your feelings; sentiments returned. Palm: Victory The Arecaceae are a botanical family of lianas, shrubs, and trees commonly known as palm trees (also know as Palmae or Palmaceae.) There are around 2600 species currently known, most of them restricted to tropical, subtropical, and warm temperate climates. There I was writing another tortured post about how confused and frustrated I was and how I should just drop out of life and live in a tree. Still might do it. But, on Friday I woke up with fire buring through my veins. I would not be quitting this time. If you do what you've always done, you'll get what you've always had. There is so much truth in those words yet change can just seem so daunting. On thursday I was feeling a bit fed up and thought about just quitting and heading home, tail between legs, defeated yet again. So I could continue with the same old stories- that's you made another mistake, you idiot why cant you get anything right? But by Friday morning, i was just not willing to do that! Why not shake things up and commit to something, what might happen then?I'd have hell of a lot more self respect for sure. So despite my current situation being less than perfect i accept it for what it is, I'm grateful for it and ready to learn the lessons i need to help me move a few steps forward. "And the day came when the risk to remain in a tight bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom" - Anais Nin When I decided I wanted to write about my wee victory, I wondered what plant the Language of Flowers would attribute to it. I laughed out loud when I realised it was palm. I see it as no coincidence that the past few weeks I have been researching the palm oil industry and now here I am at a tropical garden. With palm trees. The Universe can be so mysterious yet so vitreous at the same time. I appreciate the small wins and that is exactly what this is. Its like i've finally woken up after a long, fitful sleep. Im ready to rejoin life and become the full version of myself. Well I hope so anyway, there's no knowing with me how long this will last but im hopeful and thats the key ingredient for change. VICTORY. Who doesnt love a palm tree? The sight of the towering trees with tufted fronds is reminiscent of tropical beaches and coconuts and all that is exotic. An intoxicating cocktail. Palm trees stand tall and proud, sometimes they slump over a bit but I like to thin that they are just relaxing into beach life. I've encountered palm trees in many of the beautiful places i've travelled to and the sight always makes me smile. I think it appropriate that they symbolise victory. Palm leaves are frought with tradition; the palm branch has been a symbol of triumph and victory since pre-Christian times. Palms grow abundantly in many habitats from rainforest and beaches to deserts and roadsides. They exist in all shapes and sizes and are used in a myriad of ways be it the coconuts, the palm fruit, the branches or the trunk. They are a tree of all trades. Relied on by millions of people all over the world (including my mum who simply cannot live without coconut oil) they are mighty tree warriors providing for us with grace and pride. Victoriously being their happy tree selves. On a side note: Falling coconuts are a serious cause of death in the tropics; one fell on the roof of my hut in India and the thunderous noise just about gave me a heart attack. I gathered up the offending coconut and spent the next few hours hacking away at it with my scissors (its all i had) for breakfast. The feeling of accomplishment when i managed to battle through the fibrous husk and the woody shell with just said scissors and my bare hands was wonderful. I'm very glad it did not fall on my head. Take heed. On the topic of palm oil,I recommend doing some research, as its a very complicated issue. I stumbled upon this article which i found helpful. The best advice i have is just to be mindful of what companies are the worst and try to be informed of the situation. We cant change the world alone but if we all do a little bit to be compassionate consumers then i consider that a huge step. I would gladly give up everything that contained palm oil if it would help save the beautiful ancient forests and the orangutans that call it home; sadly i don't think its as simple as that.But this is meant to be a happy post so don't get too disheartened by it all; there are amazing people doing increidible things to help, lets focus on that. Guess which one is Scotland?
Victory is to be had by all of us. Despite the connotations, it has nothing to do with warriors and battles; at least not in the literal sense. It's the little things we achieve each day, seeing the positive instead of the negative, trying something different that turns out great, honoring your heart and doing what feels best, ignoring the voice of reason sometimes! Anything that challenges unhelpful thoughts is a victorious achievement, we all know how cruel the mind can be and how tight a grip it can have on us. Allow yourself to acknowledge each little triumph and watch what happens. We all respond better to praise than criticism. To most people one month is nothing but to me its quite a big deal so its my victory. The past few days have been the happiest of this whole year for me, i've felt unburdened and proud of myself for really trying.That's all you can ask of yourself really. On Friday as my spirits lifted, the clouds did too and the sun emerged for the first time in days. If that's not proof of the power of thoughts, I don't know what is. I believe that you can emerge victorious from whatever battle you happen to be fighting and I hope that you can appreciate what a considerable achievement that is. Reward yourself! Maybe buy yourself a coconut as a gift : ) Be like the palm, stand tall and proud; life can be so difficult at times so I would like to congratulate you on whatever small victory you win. On that note i'm off to make a coconut curry.... The rain is hammering furiously against my window and i'm curled up on my bed clutching a hot water bottle and wearing every item of clothing i own: naturally I started to dream of sunshine and warmth. I don't think its even technically winter yet but it sure feels like it. I have a lot of time on my hands currently and nowhere to go (i'm miles from anywhere and have no transport) so i wrote a poem.
....... "Some days when the rain pours down and the wind wont let us warm We're trapped indoors, as prisoners, seeking sanctuary from the storm But remember seasons are a cycle and spring will come around so wrap up warm, drink some tea, some comfort can be found Each season has its purpose, all four will shape our years; let winter come, embrace the change & stay cosy until it clears" ....... Winter is a great time to slow down and collect ourselves; reflect on the year and relax, ideally on a cushy armchair beside a log fire. Yeah I don't have one either. Lets try to be thankful for the winter downtime. Here's some pretty flowers I photographed this summer. Stay warm. Pine: Hope Pines are conifer trees in the genus Pinus in the family Pinaceae. Pines are evergreen, coniferous resinous trees (or rarely shrubs) growing 3–80 m tall, with the majority of species reaching 15–45 m tall. They tend to cultivate in harsh, rocky conditions and grow abundantly throughout the Northern Hemisphere So my laptop gave up on me and my writing plans were put on the back burner. I couldn't help but feel a tiny bit annoyed with the universe because writing this was a positive step forward for me. I missed writing and choosing flowers and photos so i get it; it was taken from me so i could realise how much i liked it and be empowered to continue. Fair play. Soo, the past month: My meadow got a big path built right through the middle of it. It kind of really totally broke my heart. I know it wasn't my meadow but i rarely saw anyone else there so it felt like it. I stopped going there and i wasn't feeling too good about life. I wont blame the meadow infringement entirely but it didn't help. I was stuck. I think we all get stuck sometimes; maybe we're caught in self destructive patterns or negative mindsets or even just in a really crappy job. Its often so hard to get out of it and making changes becomes overwhelming and scary so we just accept the unhappiness because, hey , its safe. At times like these, we need to take a few deep breaths, then a few more and when you're ready, take a tiny step forward. Don't look at changing your whole life, anyone would freak out at that thought, just chose one thing you would like to improve and go for it. That's the most important part- go for it. Stop planning and over thinking as no decision will ever be 100% perfect so just settle for something that challenges you in a small way. That's your light at the end of the tunnel. My year has been pretty stagnant and uneventful and only now, on November 2nd have i really manged to do anything about it. Dont waste your life feeling stuck and miserable and anxious- you deserve more than that i promise. On that note, i'm currently at Logan Botanic Gardens for a few weeks to help with the gardens and breathe and stuff. I was ridiculously anxious about coming here and leaving the comforting monotony of my life but I did it. I have my own room and its peaceful and green and the other helpers seem nice too. Still had to eat copious amounts of trail mix on my bed in a frenzied panic but i think i'm going to be okay. There was a big pile of pine cones at the door; i'm taking that to symbolise hope thank you very much. Plus my Spanish neighbour just played a few of my very favourite slightly obscure songs so there's another sign. If i find acorns i'll be extra sure that this was a great plan. There is an abundance of Sub tropical plants here so my camera will be out in force and my writers hat will be firmly on. Really though, i'm here to learn about the plants and gain some more practical experience of gardening and horticulture. My brain needs some stimulation, its getting old and cobwebby up there. Lets talk about pine. I love trees. I like to look at them ,to photograph them, to shelter under them, to hug them and just generally revel in their majesty. The ancestors of present day pine trees have survived n the earth since the Jurassic Age, 300 million years ago. Like the dinosaurs of the plant world. They, along with Gingkos, belong to the gymnosperm division, the oldest type of seed-bearing plants on the planet. How incredible is that? I've said it before and i'll reiterate it: trees carry so much wisdom. When allowed to grow naturally, pine trees rarely crowd each other, allowing sunlight to shine through the gaps and nourish the forest floor.This allows for a healthier, more nutrient packed undergrowth which is beneficial to the whole forest. Pine trees know how this life thing works. I feel like nature is a cleverly choreographed dance; each component ebbs and flows separately but ultimately it all works together and the result is beautiful. Pine trees are a symbol of hope according to the Language of Flowers and actually this one makes a lot of sense. They tend to grow in fairly harsh and challenging environments; I cant think of a more fitting symbol of hope as a tiny green seedling reaching up through rocky soil. The needles of a pine tree stay green even through harsh winters, a visual symbol of their abundant vitality. For a lot of us, the scent of pine is reminiscent of Christmas, a time most of us look forward to all year. Pine trees=Christmas=happy. In aromatherapy the scent is valued for its antibacterial, analgesic, diuretic, energizing, antiseptic, and aromatic properties. So an old round good guy.
Most of my piney pictures were taken at Yosemite NP last year. One of the most spectacular places i have ever visited for sure. I hiked for hours in the glorious California sunshine, feeling incredibly grateful and just a little bit sweaty. Now that i think about it, ambling through the shaded pine forests was one of my favourite parts; the scent of pine is so invigorating and comforting. In Mythology pines are thought of as benevolent, refreshing places where tired walkers can safely rest in the protective aura of the tree. I did rest and I felt protected so thank you Mr Pine. Next time you see a pine tree, which will likely be soon, i pray that you can feel the hopeful, energising spirit emanating from the tree. Pine trees often grow in inhospitable soil which provides other plant species a much softer, nutrient dense environment; he's a kind old soul. Give him a hug. |
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