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SpiritHorse

I, SpiritHorse, inhabit the body and
Soul of your grandest Earthly companions . . .
Sent here from realms of the Great Divine,
Offering Earth my lofty point of view.

Oh Earth — my contact with you refuels me. 
Your electric charge sparks my Quantum Quarks
In fickle entanglement, springing forth in leaps of Light . . .

Electric charge
Protons and electrons create electric fields. (Image credit: Igor Zh. Shutterstock)

With you — my Horse and I, run free
Breaking away from gravitational bonds
Into weightless realms of Light and Love . . .


Where hoofbeats drum into dreamlike splendor;
Where Life takes flight into magical wonderlands.
Flowing. Leaping. Dancing. Free!

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You, my Human — I see you. Feel you.
My Horse and I carry you on our back. In our Soul.
You, who birthed me. Tamed me. Fed me.
You, who love me. Sing to me. Watch over me.

Come to my gate, and free me. Let your
Quantum Quarks intertwine with mine . . .
Breathe me. Snuffle my nose, my neck.
Feel the Divine which fills my Horse, which fills you.

No one on Earth sees you the way I do, my Human.
No one on Earth carries you, lifts your
Earthly weight and frees your gravitational bonds,
The way our chemistry, our knowingness,
Our entanglement can . . .

Hop on! Launch into that heavenly gift which enables us to merge as one,
Head out the gate, and explore. Walk. Trot. Gallop!
(Nature abounds.)

Warming up, bodies/spirits meld —
I love to gallop as much as you love to ride!
Together, we make the trail before us come alive.

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I am here, every day. Where are you, my human?
My Horse grows, changes, every day.
Yet, so often you don’t come our way.
My Horse longs for you . . . for our time together,
Outside the limits. Outside the corral.

My Horse’s biological clock ticks. Tocks.
For only so many days . . . so many years.
Where are you, my human? When can we
Create the Quantum Magic we came here to share?

Unless you come to my gate, open my latch,
Call me out, free my Soul — my captivity sours :((
Food. Water. Not enough. I crave more.

I long for deep connection of our Souls;
Invigorating interaction with you, with the Earth
Hoofbeats flowing like a current, unbroken,
From the Cosmic Power Source we all share . . .

From you, to me, to my Horse and her
Passion to hit the trails, experience freedom,
And explore . . . all that we are. All that we can be . . .
All that we came here to learn. To become. To embrace.

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My Horse and I wait here, Saintly. Patient. Ready.
We, your partner. We, your servant. We, your mate.
Where are you, my human? When can we
Leave the gate? When can our electricity flow?

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This one brings tears! Our SpiritHorse awaits us. It’s a form of Holy Trinity — Spirit, and Horse, and Earth, inter-playing in electric entanglement — and we, as humans, factor in. We hold the key to the gate. The freedom.

This poetic lyric came through in January, 2021, when Winter’s frost and snow prevented me from getting my horses out to ride. Let’s make plans and follow through. Let’s free our SpiritHorse from captivity this riding season — get out onto the trails, and R*I*D*E :))  DawnHoof 

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SpiritHorse: © 2021 Dawn Jenkins
Photos:  DawnHoof (Dawn Jenkins)
, Igor Zh. Shutterstock

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April 18, 2021 · 11:53 am

Starboy’s Dream

Cosmic Rays

Under twinkling stars above,
Starboy longs for his true love.
Longs to heed the sparkling light’s
Call to flee, in pilgrim’s flight

Loop-the-loops in heart’s love song,
Seeking freedom ‘til the dawn.
Away from limits, borders, bounds
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Free – outside where love resounds.

When his Stargirl opens the gate,
Worlds of wonder heavenly wait.
Soaring past the Dipper’s spout,

Starboy travels inside, out . . .

Out of space. Out of time.
Into realms of love sublime.
With his Stargirl, soaring high,
Watching comets fizzle by.

Malibu Ferrari

Starboy surfs on cosmic rays.
Leaps, dances, through the maze
Of life and light, love and peace
Past dark shadows love increased.

Til dawn awakens, Starboy soars,
Cosmic-tidal-ocean roars
Fill his heart with love and light,
Happy hoofbeats soaring, bright
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Travel on, pilgrims strong,
Until the velvet light of dawn
Calls you back to Earth’s embrace,
Filled with wonder, love and grace.

From the Cosmic realms of joy,
Back to Earth for dear Starboy.
Back to dream another night
When he and Stargirl take to flight
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Into the darkness seeking the light
Fleeing free, in pilgrim’s flight.

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Starboy’s Dream:  Copyright 2021

Photos:  DawnHoof (Dawn Jenkins)

Video:  A Space Journey  (images from Hubble Space Telescope)

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March 23, 2021 · 9:32 pm

I Was a Teenager Again, Today . . .

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This has been a season of very little riding, compared to the rest of my years — years filled with all-out endurance trail riding on some of the best horses, best trails on the planet!

Am I just getting old? Why don’t I ride as much as I used to???

My Wise-Woman Hawaiian friend, Wendy, suggested, “Perhaps if you had someone fun to ride with, you would ride more.”

Perhaps — but who?

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So, as today was cool, my time was free, the horses shod and ready — I called up Hollie and asked if she’d like to ride.

“Yes!”

Fantastic!

She met me in an hour, and up we saddled, and off we went. Off into the woods. Into the wonder of riding a willing horse . . . She on Lad, me on Aria.

(Turns out, she hadn’t ridden enough, on her horses, either. And her horses don’t have the same trail access as mine.)

So she clamored up onto Laddie, all 16+ hands of him, quite a bit larger than her two, and onto my Aussie “guest saddle”, perfectly fitted to her size.

Off into the woods we went, happy girls, happy horses . . .

Laddie Light Seymour Canyon

“I’m so jealous of this horse,” she said of Lad. “He’s PERFECT! You’re so lucky to have him!!!”

Yes. I really am!

But without Hollie, who last rode with me and my daughters almost ten years ago, I wouldn’t have giggled, laughed, whooped, full-out-galloped, and had the AMAZING RIDE we had today!!!!!

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Feeling the exuberance of horses! (see photo credit below)

Although she’s young enough to be my daughter, too, — today there was no age difference between us.

We were two teenagers again, Little Dawn and Young Hollie, riding to our heart’s content on Aria and Lad — the horses both completely willing and into it.

Swooping round the loops and bends of my secret “Sneaky Trail” — Hollie and I, whooping and loving it.

So rare to find another human who can meld with a horse, with my horse, without complaint. Flying across the earth at endurance-pace speed, tireless. Free!

Once we hit the galloping place, Lad, lagging a length or two behind, as usual, suddenly poured on speed — and overtook Aria and me — lunging with leaping strides into all the dignity of his Arabian-cross ancestry. Draft-horse-genes be damned!

He rose to the Endurance Arab in him, and FLEW out in front. So great to see :))

Aria fleet, airborne. Her gait fluid and swift, like silk, and satin, and velvet. Covering the ground in effortless flight, carrying me back to my teenage years of all those horse dreams I lived for. (see: Laddie, Light my Fire)

Perfect Shadow :))

There, on the ground, on the trees, I saw my shadow, the same one that accompanied me on all my childhood rides. How could my shadow look so young? So nimble?

With motherhood and all the years since, my shadow still rides, upright and strong, firm in my Western-Australian saddle.

Bold Shadow

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So if you find yourself lagging in your adventures, putting off the rides you know you love — is there someone fun you could call up and ride with?

I certainly hope so!

Hollie and I hope to arrange more of these “spontaneous outings”.

Because we both LOVE the thrill of riding perfect horses.

And we both LOVE the feeling of being teenagers, again!

DawnHoof

Frilly Horse

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Copyright 2019

Photos: Dawn Jenkins

More on photo of Alice Sisty jumping a Cord car: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/37858453097266917/

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Ella at Fuji's -- Dreaming

Please also visit my Life Blog, Journal of Dawn ,

for Strategies and Insights into the

Journey of Life

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October 8, 2019 · 11:35 pm

Boot Up!

DawnHoof’s Prescription:

               “GO! Get out of the house — and RIDE!” 

The horses are shod,

The rider is fit.

Once out the door,

We’ll get on with it . . .

 

Summertime calls,

The daylight so sweet —

Winter rides fail

To create such a treat.

 

Now is the time

To head for the hills,

Headstrong on hoofbeats

That bring me such thrills!

 

Socks on my feet,

Boots fit to ride —

This all must happen

Before going outside.

 

So suit up and Boot Up,

My dream horse awaits —

Ready to carry me

To my happiest place.

 

(The only thing stopping

Me now, I admit,

Are the socks and the Boots —

So: “Get on with it!!!”)

 

Post Ride Report:

 

And I did :)) And I rode :))

Endurance-paced speed,

For 2 1/2 hours on my

Swift-moving steed!!!

 

The farthest I’ve been

In nearly a year —

No clue how the time flew,

On Aria, my dear :))

 

So suit up and Boot Up,

My dream horse awaits —

Ready to carry me

To my happiest place.

 

And when I have time next,

Put on those cool Boots!

For horse dreams lie empty

Unless my Boots scoot :))

Fae and Tessy

For more Posts about Aria, see: Aria, My Pegasus, Aria! Coming Together, and Touchstone — Full-Gallop!!!

Aloha Slippas

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July 7, 2018 · 9:48 am

The Vast, Great Sea of Horses

Snow Angel

Horses . . .

We only see the outside.

Like standing by the shore of a vast, great sea.

When we stroll the ocean’s edge, we know what we are likely to find there . . .

Nature. Air.

Color. Texture.

Ripples. Wavelets.

Seabirds. Sand.

Sparkling sunbeams, moonbeams, gracing the surface with magical glints of dancing, ever-changing light . . .

Ocean

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We know, when we are near the sea, what we are likely to feel . . .

Vast. Open.

Fresh. Alive.

Ageless. Outside of our day-to-day limitations of space and time.

(We revert back to childhood.)

Tempted to take off our shoes, get our feet wet.

Sand beneath our toes. Shocking cold of the water.

Maybe even splashed by an unexpected wave — and now our leggings, wet for the rest of the day :))

Molokai Stand-up Paddler

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DawnHoof:

I grew up in Malibu, on the beach, with Nature and sand and surf, outside our back door. From a small child, I experienced the ocean, in all her moods.

A Vast, Great Childhood Wonderland!

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Blustery Spring and Fall

Calm Summer perfection

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Childhood Memories —

My brother and I, puttering endlessly through the sand dunes, scooting on our knees — and the squiggly tracks our legs and hands left in the sand.

Forts with make-believe kitchens, “baking bread” out of a brown, loaf-shaped cork we found, after it had washed ashore. (That item was a particular rare treasure :))

Listening to Roy Orbison’s Pretty Woman on my transistor radio one perfect beachy day, at the very time a shapely, bathing-suited brunette — I was just a dorky kid — swept past my sand-dune-fort, swerving and curving with each stride . . .

Orbison singing, “Pretty woman, walking down the . . . beach, Pretty woman” and remembering this scene for years to come, whenever I hear that song. 

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Winter, with her storms

Spellbound, in terror, and awe

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Late-night fierce, far-away storm. Lightning strikes, firing off on the horizon way out to sea. Blazing explosions of Nature’s wrath — complete with roaring, booming thunder. All us kids piled on Mom and Dad’s bed, shivering in fear, watching the spectacle.

Windy, fall mornings at the bus stop, watching the surf while waiting to go to school. Wishing that summer was not over, and yearning to be back at the beach . . .

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Moody. Changing.

Foggy. Sun.

Windy. Cold.

Burning sand.

There is a Life and Culture, that comes with the sea.

Molokai Mural

DawnHoof:

Dad had a boat — 14′ motorboat, green fiberglass. Evinrude outboard engine. It smelled like gas and fish and oil . . .

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He’d put-in at the pier at Paradise Cove, where a crane plucked up the boat, dangling from a sling, and hoisted it slowly, down into the inky water below.

Dad and some family/friends would motor out, around Point Dume, and up coast to the waters outside our Trancas Beach home, and drop off a rubber, air-filled Voit surf mat, just inside the wave line.

The crashing surf would tumble the mat in, and one of the bigger kids/adults would paddle out on it, past the breakers, and climb into the boat . . . (I think adult beverages might have been involved :))

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One day Dad and the boat almost ate it — frozen in my memory, I can see it, even now.

A BIG wave cresting behind. Building. Forming. Ready to break. His little boat in too close for this unexpected rogue.

All of us on shore yelling. Pointing. Jumping. Shouting.

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“DAD!!! BEHIND YOU!!! WATCH OUT!!!!!”

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Dad standing, like a jockey, one hand on the wheel. Smiling, waving — forever the showman — thinking it all great fun.

(Crap! Dad!! LOOK — turn the boat!!!! This CAN’T happen to you!!!!!)

Dad waving. Us yelling. The wave building, cresting, like a mountain, ready to smash and destroy . . .

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Then Dad, in that final possible moment, glancing sea-ward — still standing, clam — turns the boat and slices through the top, airborne, rocketing out, crashing down — safe, onto the sea behind.

When he got home, hours later, all he could do was laugh.

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(Read more about DawnHoof’s Studio Musician Dad here, and listen to his wonderful music :))

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Hawaii Horse -- Parick Ching

So, also, is the Vast, Great Sea of Horses

Life and culture.

Mood and magic.

Calm and storm.

Story and lore.

Terror and awe.

Aria Runnning in frame

We only see the outside, the “shore” of the horse . . .

Manes and tails.

Hard hooves. Soft noses.

Yet what lies within?

What memories do my horse’s seas carry?

DawnHoof:

So just as I grew up with Nature and the beach, my daughters grew up with Nature, and our horses — right there, outside our cabin door. (On occasion, in the foyer of our home!) And later, stabled at nearby ranches.

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Their memories include:  Milking goats. Sleeping in full-sized Sioux Indian tipi.  Dressing up (like a baby doll) our numerous newborn (horse) foals. Carriage rides. Wildflowers. And standing up atop the horses, just for fun :))

Laying, snuggling and singing with the goats, the horses. Chasing chickens and ducks. Eating vegetables straight from the garden. And the sweet smell of damp, wet earth.

My daughters’ family lore includes:  Working and earning money at our vaulting and carriage (camp) gigs as my helpers, wranglers, muckers.

Saving their earned money in special, hidden envelopes — “checking out” whatever money they would spend with a simple, yet effective, handwritten accounting system.

School-free days — escaping into the woods, on horseback, by themselves. Galloping. Racing. Laughing. Crying. Climbing trees. Playing flutes . . . and Daydreams . . .

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Long rides on dark starry nights. Fast gallops and sharp branches tearing clothes, poking flesh. Famous stories of all the near misses . . .

Like the icy wipeout at Wounded Knee Rock, leaving only one small injury, one shiny scar (fortunately on me). And like Dad’s near miss with the wave, but for God’s grace, that near-miss could have been fatal.

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And when we gather together, when we reflect back — Dad would approve — we share lots of lively laughter :))

(See Dawn’s posts, Virtual Rides, for more family horse stories.)

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Sunset at Sunset Beach

As with the Ocean, So with our Horses

And just as we experience the sea by surfing, swimming, floating, diving, boating — just as she can be mapped, measured, traced and traversed, no one will ever really know all her secrets.

Endless treasures abound within her watery depths.

Each one of us who encounters her, experiences our own, personal ocean-legacy.

And so it is with our horses.

Because in the presence of a horse, like the sea, far more lies beneath her surface.

She can be brushed and led, trained and coaxed, saddled and ridden. Her DNA can be mapped, measured and traced. But we will never really know all a horse’s secrets.

Fanta vaulting

What is her story? What is her lineage? How did she get here?

How many children has this horse carried?

How many lives has this horse touched? Changed? Encouraged?

Who are her favorite stablemates, and which ones, now lost, might she pine for?

What motivates her? What does she enjoy?

What are her fears? Hopes? Limitations?

Who are her human loved ones?

What animals cruise by her corral at night, frightening her? Feeding her nightmares?

(We have bear where our horses live!)

Hoku with full moon

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In our horse’s presence, we know what we are likely to feel . . .

Vast. Open.

Fresh. Alive.

Ageless. Outside of our day-to-day limitations of space and time.

(We revert back to childhood.)

Tempted to put on our boots, go closer to where she is, and stand near her.

Wrap our arms around her neck. Whispering. Scratching. She, stretching and moving her upper lip in pleasure . . . sharing a bonding, intuitive moment.

Maybe even moved to mount up and ride. And now our leggings, sweaty for the rest of the day :))

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Paris' Blue Boot

Ode to Our Horse —

So as we experience all that comes with horses,

Boots and saddles

Dust and manure

Life and beauty and majesty . . .

Surf Scene :))

We celebrate the exuberant treasures,

The rich, deep wonders

Hidden within

The Vast, Great Sea of Horses :))

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Fae Shadow Tree McGill

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Copyright 2018

Photos: DawnHoof (Dawn Jenkins)

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Please also visit my Life Blog, Journal of Dawn,

for Strategies and Insights into the

Journey of Life

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Little Dawn with plastic horses at Grandfather’s house

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March 12, 2018 · 11:55 pm

Horse & Human ~ Ultimate Unity

Quiet Quintessence

It’s a Quiet Experience, riding a horse.

A Secret Language only You and Your Horse understand.

An Individual Relationship: Family. Friend. Lover.

Looking on, what would be seen?

Not two — but One — in

Thought. Movement. Energy.

Separate Rider from Horse, and neither would be here, doing this!

Aria Shadow, Pinos

Holy Harmony

 Rider: sets the Intention. The Direction. The Pace.

Horse: gives the Momentum — the Movement.

1,000 pounds of flesh springing out Lighter than Air.

God-given Unity of Inter-Species Connectedness few have truly Experienced.

Aria Running

Cosmic Cooperation

Outside of Time. Outside of Space.

Quantum Entanglement of Bodies. Souls. Thoughts. Intentions.

Leaps. Bounds.

The Ultimate Unity.

And available to us Humans — right here on Planet Earth.

Ehukai and Patrick Ching

Mystical Magic

Riding.

Melding.

Becoming one with.

Tabitha standing on Midnight

Entangled with.

Transformed by.

~ Soul Saint ~

Naje with Leaf Shadows

Heavenly Horse:

Living. Breathing.

Exotic. Mysterious.

Cosmic. Complex.

Instinctive. Wild-Born.

Hokuleia

Good Horse ~ Willing Partner:

Not just tamed, but Educated.

Not just trained, but Enlightened.

Cooperative. Submissive.

Carrying, Protecting, both your Body and your Soul.

Laddie Looking

Universally Unique . . .

Two Bodies United as One. In:

Dance.

Art. Synergy.

 Respect.

 Love.

Co-Creation. Co-Operation.

Ghost Horse

Overcoming the Instinct to:

Run. Bolt. Spook.

Rear. Buck. Jig.

Sprint off in a Panic.

Frightened. Headstrong.

Blind . . .

Gray Horse

Instead:

Trusting. Listening.

Dancing. Grooving.

With the little Girl, the little Boy,

Who still sees World in Wonder —

Who want to leave the day-to-day material doldrums.

Jump on Pegasus’s back,

And FLY!

Vantage Point

Flee ~ to Fairyland

Run away to Worlds with Magical Dragons —

Where Lions talk, and

 Little People inhabit holes in Trees.

Where Lights Sparkle in dark places and lead the way —

Where Horses carry Humans

into Endless Horizons and

Mythical Forests . . .

Anna's Tree, Pinos

Gateway to Other Worlds . . .

Not just “riding on a horse” —

No, not that at all . . .

Dream-Making at its finest. Purest.

Co-Creation. Co-Operation.

The Ultimate Unity — the Ultimate Expression of Love.

So, Ride on, Ladies and Gentlemen . . .

Ride on! LOVE on!

Mentor Looking

Fulfilling our Childhood Dreams :)) :))

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Ella at Fuji's -- Dreaming

Please also visit my Life Blog, Journal of Dawn ,

for Strategies and Insights into the

Journey of Life

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Fae, Rick, Pinos

Join Dawn for a Soul Horse Ride!  Experience the thrill of becoming one with your Horse . . . Join Dawn and her homegrown herd for a  Soul Horse Ride in the Frazier Park Outback!

Call to book your Life-Changing Adventure today:  (661) 703-6283

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Copyright 2017

Photos: DawnHoof (Dawn Jenkins)

 

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October 10, 2017 · 9:20 am