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The Highwayman

2/24/2025

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The Highwayman
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"The Highwayman" - oil on cradled wood panel, 18 x 24 x 1.5 inches.  This item is unframed but ready to hang (click on the image to purchase)

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.   
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.   
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,   
And the highwayman came riding--
         Riding—riding--
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
- ALFRED NOYES
Sometimes when the world is turbulent, poetry, prose, music and art is a lovely refuge.  A place to rest and rejuvenate.  And sometimes a place to find inspiration for creation.
Only this one happened backwards.  

This foxy dude has been subjected to layers and layers, all to let the artist play with drawing back into the wet paint with a rubber wedge, forming texture upon texture.  He has looked at me quizzically, wondering when on earth I would finally walk away and say ENOUGH ALREADY!  But it wasn't until being reminded of this poem that this fox could be called finished.  

I like to imagine another realm where foxes wear dashing clothing and traverse the highway on horseback, becoming fodder for legends of daring and perhaps mischievous acts.  Where they unexpectedly fall in love along the way under a ghostly galleon​ moon and we cheer them on, even though they might be ne'er-do-wells and rascals. 
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Because I think, perhaps, we might need a host of rascally highwaymen (and highwaywomen) to band together and take on the world soon.  To fight for the squirrels, the rabbits, the owls and the cats.  To brave unthinkable odds along the roadways in the darkness, finding goodness and love and light.  I know just the dude to get it started. :)

Congratulations to Todd and to Dotty!  Wonder Mike chose your names as winners of the February Reader Giveaway!  Thanks  a bunch for reading and commenting. Send your mailing address to  [email protected] and your free art will be in the mail right away!  And thank you to everyone who participated this month, and to all of the new subscribers and readers from Bluesky!

​A new giveaway begins one week from today.  Leave a comment on any blog post during the month of March to be automatically entered.  One (or more) lucky commenters will win a piece of original art - free!
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Rabbit, Vexed

1/6/2025

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"Rabbit, Vexed" - oil on yupo, 12 x 18.5 inches.   This item is unmounted and  unframed (click on the image to purchase)

​People look at me like I'm a little strange, when I go around talking to squirrels and rabbits and stuff. That's ok. That's just ok. - BOB ROSS

Hello, shiny new year.

Let's begin with rabbit, rabbit, rabbit.   Rabbits in all their fur-clad peculiarity.
I think everyone knows about this superstition to begin each month, but in case you don't, here's the scoop: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rabbit_rabbit_rabbit

Here at Malarkey Central, we have a rabbit ritual of our own: mainly, when overwhelmed by the world, use the AI bot to create images of GIANT ANGRY RABBITS and watch the worries float away.  It is quite cathartic and also results in a big folder of art inspiration images.

When your studio wall is filled with wet paintings of ballgown bots and angry rabbits, it is pretty hard to be sad.  It's the oddest party of all, and I highly recommend it.
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Ross talked to squirrels and rabbits.  I do, too (and crows, and hummingbirds).  There is good science behind the importance of getting out and experiencing a bit of awe in the world: https://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/entry/awe-wonder-walk-improve-health_uk_676fd08ce4b02a171f25b1cb.  Awe can be inspired by nature, by music and (of course) by art.  Which may be a good thing to focus on in 2025.  Awe as an antidote to wonkiness in the wide world?  Well, it's a start anyway.

I'd love to hear where you find awe - leave a comment below!  One (or more) lucky commenters this month will win a piece of original art - free!  

​About the art:  this rabbit (the first in a series of  lagomorphs) was inspired by the works of Möbius and Diebenkorn.  Beginning with a rough sketch in thinned oil paint and slowly adding layers of color.  Keeping a basic geometry to the background and adding texture with chopsticks, butcher paper and a squeegee.  Allowing  edges to be soft and hard, and letting the texture on the rabbit build up to pull him forward in the piece.  Some very thinned paint for the dripping on his shirt front and a long, long drying time.  I can't help but grin when I look at him. :)

Congratulations to Trina T.!  Wonder Mike chose your name at random as winner of the December Reader Giveaway!  Send your mailing address to [email protected] and your prize will be in the post!  And thanks to everyone who participated.  Your comments are a great gift to me and to other blog readers. 

A new contest begins today!  Leave a comment on any post in January to be entered.
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Crow Conspiracy

11/13/2024

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"Crow Conspiracy" - oil on cradled wood panel, 16 x 20 x 2 inches.  This is unframed but ready to hang.  Click on the image to purchase.
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"The crow cawed again overhead, and a strong sea wind came in and burst through the trees, making the green pine needles shake themselves all over the place. That sound always gave me goose bumps, the good kind. It was the sound an orphan governess hears in a book, before a mad woman sets the bed curtains on fire."
- April Genevieve Tucholke


Our little crow family is becoming feral again - less friendly, more raucous, ready to rumble in the big flocks.  They conspire, caw, whisper and chortle.

The seasonal gathering of crows (a murder) is sometimes considered a symbol of death, but I prefer the alternate theme: change, or the death of something to make way for something new.

And those of you who know me know that murder season in the studio means buckets of gesso or oil paint and the destruction of my own creations.  To make way for the new.
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​Normally I wait until January to begin murdering canvases.  This year, the upheaval in the larger world spilled over into the studio and one artist with murderous intent is already on the loose.  We're all mad here at malarkey central.  Muwahaha.

And so the annual event in my shop begins today.  Grab them while you can! I am channeling Brian Rutenberg big time - "A brush is not a sacred implement that makes precious marks, it is an extension of my fist. Anything precious is self-conscious, and that kills creativity. "   Creativity will not be killed here.  But preciousness?  It's history.
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​About the art:  this piece is a paint over of an existing work, which always lends extra depth and interest to the overall effect.  For this one, many layers of walnut oil-thinned paint of various colors for the border and background, then drawing through those layers with a small rubber wedge to reveal some of the underpainting and create a faux border.  The crow itself is made of many layers of blues and blacks applied with a wet, thin brush in long strokes, letting the paint lay like "feathers".  Lots of drying time on this majestic bird.

The November Reader Giveaway continues!  Leave a comment (or more than one) on any blog post this month to enter.  The winner (or winners) will be announced on November 25, right here in the blog.  Hooray!
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Don't Expect This To Be Scientifically Plausible

9/23/2024

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​"Don't Expect This To Be Scientifically Plausible" oil on cradled wood panel, 24 x 12 x 1.5 inches.  This item is unframed but ready to hang. (click on the image to purchase)

Yes, don’t expect this novella to be scientifically plausible. It’s not. It’s a totally absurd, tongue-in-cheek mishmash of the most popular time travel tropes, juggled with admirable deftness and self-awareness by the angry old man in the center of the story. Time travel serves here only as a literary vehicle for funny and sharp critique of our human foibles and vices and prejudices. And if we can get an adorable, feathered, man-eating dinosaur as a bonus, all the better.
​- RE-ENCHANTMENTOFTHEWORLD.BLOG
Here we are at the end of the world, with a giant, angry rabbit and cotton candy skies.

Which might be what happens when you read Adrian Tchaikovsky's One Day All This Will Be Yours.​  Sometimes it's good to make fun of everything that makes you angry and disappointed, as Tchaikovsky's unnamed protagonist does in this splendid novella.

But this blog isn't about book reviews or literary critiques.  It is, however, about the things that reach down into our depths and poke us until we pay attention (or bat them away, depending on your methods).  I didn't know how very much I needed a dose of full snark until Malcolm and I began reading this book.  Whoa whoa whoa.  My entire insides said YES, PLEASE and MAY I HAVE ANOTHER?  It is a little respite from the state of the world and the endless news cycle.
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About the art:  oh, you may have guessed the AI bot loves rabbits.  It is fully willing and able to imagine rabbits in every possible scenario, style and genre of art.  Ask it for an angry rabbit at the end of the world, and you'll get dozens of grin-inducing inspiration images.  This piece is all about that black rabbit and the vivid sky.  Soft paint layers here on gesso'd wood panel.  I kept the setting very neutral and understated, with the color focus behind the rabbit and within his eyes and nostrils.  A hint of tiny utility lines running through the sky and resisting the desire to overly define the structures was key to shining the spotlight on the rabbit.  I can't look at this piece without chuckling a bit.  Sometimes embracing the absurd is just the thing to soothe the spirit.

It is the final week to enter the September Reader Giveaway!  Leave a comment (or more than one) this month to enter.  The winner will be announced right here on September 30th.

Thank you to everyone who reads, comments and shares this blog space and the art within it.  Giving away a portion of what I create is my way of showing my deep gratitude for all of you, dear readers! Thank you hugely!
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Valin and the Flying Monkeys

7/29/2024

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“Valin and the Flying Monkeys” - oil on Yupo, 20 x 26 inches.  This item is sold unmounted and unframed.  (click on the image to purchase)

Valin could not escape the flying monkeys.

His mother said they appeared when he was born.  Bat-like monkeys who clung to him and hovered over his bed, and who later followed him to school and back again.  He and his parents spent many a day trying to figure out why on earth he was cursed with the creatures.  The village holy man gave Valin talismans and charms to scare off the winged nuisances.  The local doctor prepared tinctures and tonics for the harried boy.  His siblings tried using sling-shots to scare them away, but they only flew higher and higher, circling like vultures until the coast was clear.  Nothing moved the beasts from his side and his airspace.

Once he became a young man, Valin embraced his entourage and found them quite comforting.  Finding roommates who could deal with the mess and constant chatter was another matter entirely.
Oh oh OH and here we GO! 

Another piece inspired by a friend.  This one a result of a conversation about narcissists and flying monkeys.  I simply could not get the winged minions out of my head, and so they appeared in the paint.  In this case, the airborne companions became comforters instead of manipulative messengers.   Protectors instead of attackers.  A way of extending energy outward and upward.

That's one of the things about art, I suppose.  It allows us to transform one idea into another.  Because there are no limits other than our own imaginations. xo
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About the art:  another piece on dreamy Yupo, involving many layers and lots of drying time.  The goal with this painting was to catch that bit of light on the boy's face and forward hand, to play with fabric and folds and to amp up the value contrast.  Playing the "hard" red/orange background against the soft earth-toned left side border felt really effective.  And the diagonal bit at the top right gives a sense of depth and movement.  

Thank you to everyone who left comments this month and entered the July Reader Giveaway!  Wonder Mike had a tough time choosing, and so there are THREE winners this month.  Congratulations to Charlynn, Lisa C-G and Thamer!    Please send your mailing address to Wonder Mike at [email protected].  A new contest begins next month! Huzzah!
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The Oddity of Octavia

7/22/2024

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The Oddity of Octavia
“The Oddity of Octavia” - oil on paper, 22 x 17 inches.  SOLD
Octavia caused quite the controversy when she first moved to town.

No one really knew what to make of her - was she an octopus? A monster?  A lady who needed some good dental care?  A sea witch?  She practically floated down the sidewalk on her way to the market, all those tentacles moving in a fluid dance that left one wondering if she ever touched the ground.  Though the townsfolk gave her a wide berth, she was never really alone.  Oddities and peculiarities accompanied her.  Their adoration and passion for her was well beyond the average public display of affection.  Ahem.  Look the other way, if you can.
Um, so here's the thing about living in a two-artist household: we cannot help but influence (challenge, critique) each other.  Malcolm encourages me to push boundaries; to move waaaaaay outside the box.  

And he's not the only one.  

Once upon a time, more than a handful of years ago in a stellar on-going art class in south Florida, the instructor told me to "embrace the peculiar" - she saw that direction in my art way back then, and she gave me the courage to keep going when the inner censor/critic said "whoa, Nellie!"

And then there are those of you, dear readers, who are also drawn to the peculiar side of things and grab these pieces for your own.  Thank you - you make me feel downright brazen.
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What are your thoughts about boxes and boundaries in art?  What is the role of the artist in redrawing those lines?  How do you push outside of your "normal" and into the more unexpected?  I'd love to hear!

About the art:  I have a digital folder of inspiration ideas and images for days when I feel confident, adventurous and mischievous.  This piece was inspired by one of a dozen or so concepts the AI bot and I worked on for several days.  The AI bot loves (LOVES) tentacles and octopods.  And female faces.  Beginning with gesso'd oil painting paper, I drew a rough sketch with a wet brush and blocked in the darks.  Oil painting paper wants many layers of glazing to get the color to pop, which works well with a rough sketch, as there are a lot of refining moves required to get the angles and proportions just right.   The requisite 80 million layers of paint followed.  Funny enough, the hardest thing to resist was the urge to whiten/brighten all the teeth, which are meant to be a bit yellowed and dingy to add a bit of the horrific.  I settled for something in the middle.  It makes me rub my hands together and say "muhwahahahahah".

It's the last week to enter the July Reader Giveaway!  Leave a comment and automatically be entered in this month's random drawing for a free piece of original art.  Thanks so much for your participation!
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Have Coffee With Your Demons

7/15/2024

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Have Coffee With Your Demons
"Have Coffee With Your Demons" - pen and ink on Yupo,  9 x 9 inches.  This item is sold unmounted and unframed.  (click on the image to purchase)


You should dance with the skeletons in your closet.
Learn their names,
so you can ask them to leave.
Have coffee with your demons.
Ask them important questions like, "What keeps you here?"
Learn what doors they keep finding open, and kick them out.
- Pierre Alex Jeanty


This piece was inspired by a friend and Facebook follower, who posted the quote and also threw down the challenge gauntlet when I oooooh'd and aaaaaahhhhh'd over the words she shared (thank you, Erica!)

It's been a post-it note on my wall for more than a month  - HAVE COFFEE WITH YOUR DEMONS.  Oh oh OH!  I have so many (so so so many) ideas and inspiration images around this concept.  

"What keeps you here?" I ask the demon.  Slowly, relentlessly, I am closing those open doors.
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About the art:  Yupo loves pen and ink.  I use a Rotring Tikky Graphic pen with pigmented ink, which glides easily and has a consistent output (no unexpected blops or skips).  In general, I design a pen and ink piece around a small square or rectangle, resisting the urge to expand the scene or add too many details.  I want the feeling of intimacy - a spotlight on the figure(s) and the moment.  I don't pre sketch on the Yupo, which is a throwback to the wabi-sabi of my early days of doodling.  I do measure out the critical parts - size of a face, proximity to edges, etc., but then it's a free for all.  Often, this means a few failed attempts (no erasing here, no painting over!  a trust-fall with ink!) but it does force me to be present and to contemplate every stroke of the pen.  Pen and ink meditation, anyone?

The July Reader Giveaway continues!  Leave a comment (or several) this month - each comment counts as an entry!  On July 29th, one (or more) lucky readers will be selected at random by my trusty studio hound to win a piece of original art absolutely free.  Thanks so much for participating - your comments, feedback and energy make this little creative space extra special! xo

And here's a little something that just sets my creative sparkle on fire - I need a warehouse studio!
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The Stranger

2/12/2024

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"The Stranger" - oil on gallery wrapped linen canvas
30 x 30 x 1.5 inches.  Ready to hang.  
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Well, when I was a young man

My professor at university
Said, "Advice is corrupting
Don't ever be trusting
Don't show your emotion
Human suffering is an ocean
And it's dark at the bottom of the sea
And there's no such thing as a stranger
They're all equally backwards and wrong
Sharpen axes, not wits
Bones are broken by sticks
And you never be free till you're strong
​- from STRANGER by Ben Caplan
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At some point along the journey in this life, I decided life is a musical.

Everywhere there is a soundtrack, a little skip or dance, dramatic arm gestures and unexpected butterflies and moonbeams and thunderclaps, sorrowful ballads and curtains opened and closed.  Ben Caplan's song feels like the gritty musical theme to a wild rumpus in the studio.

This piece, a paint-over of another large character piece, captures a theme that has also persisted through much of my art life - moons and balloons.  Mystery and whimsy.  Who is this suited stranger?

​Art is autobiographical
it always means something -
something about me

My insides, my demons, my outsides, opinions
things churning
up something to see

But people are not so unique
our patterns repeat and persist
I can see you in there
You can see me in here
 We are all tangled up 
 (and so often banged up)
Resemblance is not to be missed. 
​- LOLA


About the art:  I sketched directly on top of an old painting with a long handled brush and thinned paint.  Beginning by roughing in the figure (working from the center outward to preserve/protect the whites) and then the background.  Using rubber wedge, paper towels, brushes and fingers, keeping loose loose loose.  Some palette knife work on the spacesuit to add texture, then liberal application of oil-thinned paint over the wet background to let it run.  

​Many weeks of drying time on this big painting.  It is a reminder in the studio to always be exploring!

It's time for the FEBRUARY READER CHALLENGE!  Channel your inner composer and lyricist - if your life were a musical, what would it be called?  Extra points if you've got some lyrics to share. :)

The winner will be chosen at random by Wonder Mike at the end of the. month, and will receive a piece of art FREE!  Woot!
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Edith Was Having An Emotion

1/1/2024

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"Edith Was Having An Emotion" - oil on cradled wood panel, 24 x 36 x 1.5 inches.  Ready to hang.  (click on the image to purchase)

“I was having an emotion, and I hate that.”
― MURDERBOT, Martha Wells, Exit Strategy


Previously on Mayhem at Malarkey Central: ​ the artist, in a fit of determined transformation and housekeeping, went wild with buckets of gesso and obliterated more than a dozen paintings.  She ruthlessly cleared the way for BIG, NEW THINGS!  SHINY THINGS! WEIRD AND WONDERFUL THINGS!   But we know artists, art pressure and the inner critic - will shiny weird things appear?  IS THIS TOO MUCH PRESSURE?  

​Which leads us to a month of Murderbot (if you haven't read the book series, please DO!).  Well, Murderbot and something I'm going to call ballgown-bots.  Because that's where the muse shoved me - putting fancy duds on robots. 
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Edith Was Having An Emotion
At least, that's the surface, snarky description of the thing.

The more vulnerable, prickly artist's intuition description is this:  in the search for emotion, can it be found in the thing that has none?  And even further, will a thing without emotion (the AI bot) create emotive inspiration images of those emotionless things?  

And are we, as humans, more than the sum of our own genetic programming and patterns?  Is there free will?  Or are we following a path preordained by DNA and body chemistry?

I fear I've bitten off something rather large.  But let's go anyway, yes?
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About the art:  beginning with an existing painting (whose colors were in the vicinity of where this piece was going) and some inspiration images created in a dozen long sessions with the AI bot, I sketched directly on top of the old piece with a paintbrush attached to a long stick - a very long stick indeed!  This kept the initial sketch loose.

Slowly adding the internal layers with walnut oil-thinned oil paint, then painting the background in many loose layers, allowing hints of the prior painting to peek through.  Building layers while trying to resist over-defining the details.  Stepping across the room to judge the impact, then forward again to execute the next step.  About two weeks of drying time on this big piece.  
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How to Apologize, I, II, III, IV

12/18/2023

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I can hardly believe it. NO WAY!

This is the last post of 2023 - where did the time go?

But here we are, so let's go out with a grand finale - a series of four abstracts (a four course meal) paired with a poem that grabbed me (a deep red wine with a heady bouquet and a lingering, oaky finish).  For dessert?  How about some winning readers (a warmed, rich berry pie topped with ice cream).  Oh, oh and OH!  Now we're going to need a long winter's nap.
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How to Apologize I
​HOW TO APOLOGIZE - by Ellen Bass
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Cook a large fish — choose one with many bones, a skeleton
you will need skill to expose, maybe the flying
silver carp that’s invaded the Great Lakes, tumbling
the others into oblivion. If you don’t live
near a lake, you’ll have to travel.
Walking is best and shows you mean it,
but you could take a train and let yourself
be soothed by the rocking
on the rails. It’s permitted
to receive solace for whatever you did
or didn’t do, pitiful, beautiful
human. 
When my mother was in the hospital,
my daughter and I had to clear out the home
she wouldn’t return to. Then she recovered
and asked, incredulous,
How could you have thrown out all my shoes?
So you’ll need a boat. You could rent or buy,
but, for the sake of repairing the world,
build your own. Thin strips
of Western red cedar are perfect,
but don’t cut a tree. There’ll be
a demolished barn or downed trunk
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How to Apologize II
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How to Apologize III

​I​f you venture further.
And someone will have a mill.
And someone will loan you tools.
The perfume of sawdust and the curls
that fall from your plane
will sweeten the hours. Each night
we dream thirty-six billion dreams. In one night
we could dream back everything lost.
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So grill the pale flesh.
Unharness yourself from your weary stories.
Then carry the oily, succulent fish to the one you hurt.
There is much to fear as a creature
caught in time, but this
is safe. You need no defense. This
is just another way to know
you are alive.
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How to Apologize IV
Thank you to everyone who participated in 2023's monthly Reader Giveaways.   More than 25 parcels were delivered to lucky winners over twelve months.  And the final winners of the year (selected at random by Wonder Mike) are:  Dotty S. Trina T., C and Carl S.  Email  [email protected] with your shipping address, then watch your mailbox for a sweet surprise - and thanks so much for reading and commenting.
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