Archive for May, 2014

Reaching for the Moon…

Posted by Winifred on May 30th, 2014  •  No Comments »


For fans of design, we rather belatedly came across a lovely little treat in the way of the film, Reaching for the Moon, based on Carmen L. de Oliveira’s book Rare and Commonplaces Flowers. The film is about the life of American Poet Elizabeth Bishop, and specifically, the 15 years she spent in Brazil beginning in the 1950s. The film imagines her life in Brazil and is lush with 1950s fashion, dinner parties with politicians, artists, designers and of course great architecture, as Elizabeth meets and falls in love with Brazilian architect Lota de Macedo Soares.

Brilliant views of Samambia, outside of Rio, by Cinematographer Mauro Pinheiro Jr., as well as the Oscar Niemeyer designed house as a stand in for the one Lota designed herself, are worth the time spent on the film alone. There is also marvelously imagined interior design for the Niemeyer home as well as Lota’s apartment in the city. And then, of course, there is the story, Elizabeth making what was to be a short trip to Brazil to visit her college friend, Mary, who is in a long term relationship with Lota. Though they initially clashed, Lota soon falls for Elizabeth and Mary is out.

But Lota, a lesbian in 1950s Brazil and a self trained architect is quite used to having what she wants. What she wants is for Mary to stay and adopt a child while she proceeds to also have a relationship with Elizabeth. No room for the conventional in this story. The three live together somewhat harmoniously for 15 years, during which time Elizabeth writes poetry, wins a Pulitzer Prize and deals with severe alcoholism. There is plenty of melodrama and sad backstory, but the film was quite beautiful to us, both for all of its glamour, as well as the pacing and formidable acting of Miranda Otto as Elizabeth. With generous layering of Ms. Bishop’s poetry throughout the story, the film is feels like a tiny hideaway for artists and enthusiasts of all kinds.

A bit like knowing something chocolate and rich is awaiting us, we look forward to indulging ourselves again and hope to inspire you to do the same, by leaving you with this…


One Art

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

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Rainy day at the museum…

Posted by Winifred on May 28th, 2014  •  No Comments »

Mr. K suggested we take a look at the Black Eye exhibit curated by Nicola Vassell, an exploration of the black experience as well as the mark that experience leaves behind.


We really liked Derrick Adams, Head #12, a collage of different materials including foil. It best conveyed the exhibition’s theme we thought…


Perspective, experience, and the different marks that leaves behind. Man, colored by all of his experiences. The image felt uplifting; regal, wise, complex, layered, and ultimately a thing of beauty.


We particularly loved the shine and smoothness of the material used for the hair. Such a contrast to the mass of devastation that became our head after a long stroll in the rain.


Our colorful Tracy Reese skirt sullied by a floppy straw hat that did little to save formerly smooth curls, from exploding into a frizzy, puffy mass of the undefined.


But then that is but a temporary mark left by a day filled with laughter, stolen glances at how handsome Mr. K looked in his suit and the discovery of something new…


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Mad Men, a kind of an ending…

Posted by Winifred on May 26th, 2014  •  No Comments »


It was a short season that took us through many turns, mercifully landing the way the viewers really needed it to. What we love about classic films is an opportunity to see how history was experienced by those living it. They may not be the exact, but they are close interpretations of a way of life and a way of thought that is clarifying. Mad Men does this too. Who knew, for instance, the amount of skepticism and dread even, that American people felt over the mission to the moon? The uncertainty that the astronauts would even make it there.

Even office politics – was there really that lack of subtlety in the way a Jim Cutler tries to edge out Don Draper? Immediately after discovering Bert Cooper’s death? And how we gasped when Pete Campbell said of Peggy’s Burger Chef presentation, “she’s as good as any woman in here….” What does always amuse us is how badly the institution of marriage fared even during a time when it was an assumed rite of passage. Even in the 1930s the assessment had already been made that women marry in the hopes a man will change and men marry in the hopes nothing will. Pete Campbell calling marriage a racket after Don admits to the failure of his second, was expected then.

We couldn’t be more pleased it has finally happened. Is it possible we can have the last season entirely without Megan or will we have to endure more of her distance and cruelty even once she and Don have agreed to separate? We hope to be spared.

Peggy’s pitch to Burger Chef was a masterpiece, Don’s masterpiece, but still delivered with a confidence and poetry we have not experienced from her. How could we have found it in ourselves, we wondered, to deliver such a pitch, when it was so personal? The Burger Chef table, where everyone can go is the one she needs most, because she has no where and no one. Especially referencing her 10 year old neighbor who had just told her he was moving. We really interpreted her tears upon the news as her losing the safest and easiest relationship she has been able to have with the opposite sex. The only one in which she could be herself and be accepted and not be hurt.

Masterful was Roger taking a leadership role, no longer content to just live a hippie life of orgies. He gave us what we needed most, the return of he and Don at the helm, as he arranges a buyout that will offer the partners money, autonomy and a new direction. The boys are back and we suspect so are a few more moves that will redeem them both as we are forced to say goodbye.

Meanwhile, we will live our own 60s life, our vintage fashion life, our glamorous life…

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What to play on our guitar today…

Posted by Winifred on May 23rd, 2014  •  No Comments »

The well curated Brain pickings took an excerpt of a 1991 interview for Paul Zollo’s book Songwriters on Songwriting of Bob Dylan, in which he says that environment is important to him, in his writing. The right environment, for Dylan, also comes from “…getting the thoughts out of your mind.”

He explains, “First of all, there’s two kinds of thoughts in your mind: there’s good thoughts and evil thoughts. Both come through your mind. Some people are more loaded down with one than another. Nevertheless, they come through. And you have to be able to sort them out, if you want to be a songwriter, if you want to be a song singer. You must get rid of all that baggage. You ought to be able to sort out those thoughts, because they don’t mean anything, they’re just pulling you around, too. It’s important to get rid of them thoughts.”

“Then you can do something from some kind of surveillance of the situation. You have some kind of place where you can see it but it can’t affect you. Where you can bring something to the matter, besides just take, take, take, take, take. As so many situations in life are today. Take, take, take, that’s all that it is. What’s in it for me? That syndrome which started in the Me Decade, whenever that was. We’re still in that. It’s still happening.”

We love those words – surveillance of a situation, the place where you can see it but it can’t affect you. It struck us that Dylan’s suggestion would do well for things other than songwriting. This place he refers to is a place of no resistance that replaces suffering with joy and struggle with ease. It’s what we meditate for. From that place we will strum a tune today. Maybe this one, Dylan always does good words…

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Things to look forward to for Summer…

Posted by Winifred on May 21st, 2014  •  No Comments »

Unlike most here on the East, we never complained during the long Winter. There was that one day when the puddles of melted snow almost sank our Fiorentini and Baker biker boots and had our poor toes, though not wet, quite frozen. But for the rest we paid it no never mind. We can always stay in sweaters and coats, ear muffs, and woven hats. Besides, what is more romantic than being wrapped around Mr. K while watching glorious fat snow flakes floating down on a sea of blanketed trees and roofs? We can stay entirely in the moment, even when that moments stretches on for months.

But when the sun begins to shine and warm balmy days finally happen, we really light up. We waste no time becoming ever present on the roof deck, finding the open air and sunlight compatible to most anything we might do in a day; meditation, guitar sessions, reading, stretching, cocktails, all meals, even sleeping.

We’ll use Memorial Day Weekend to start off a long delicious season of communing with nature…


Working on our a mixologist credentials and

earning reasons to own a

Buster and Punch Rockstar Bar,


We will start with

Whiskey Ginger’s,

sipping them overlooking the city,


They will give us the courage to rock out

as if we were Nik West,


In a jumpsuit of course,

we might need another,

like this one by Maria Grachvogel,


We really never stop wearing a scarf, in Winter under a fedora,

in Summer tied through our hair,

nonchalantly falling over our shoulders,

at least thats how Diana and we do…


But the most heavenly of all,

is lounging languorous and sweet,

basking with contentment and harmony,

in all of our blessings,


A refined, passionate, meditative peace

that sings,

can you feel the brand new day?

Images Via ShrimptonCouture, BusterandPunch, NYTimes, Pinterest

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Nina Mae McKinney, superstar…

Posted by Winifred on May 16th, 2014  •  No Comments »


It was totally by accident that the TV was turned off and left on TCM and that we at the right moment would turn it back on to find ourselves stopped short at what looked like a very early film with an all black cast. It was from 1929 no less! The film was Hallelujah, directed by King Vidor featuring a beautiful, magnetic, sassy, raspy voiced star named Nina Mae McKinney. She jumps off the screen immediately, with her doe eyes, her pouty lips, her decisive but feminine moves. Who was she? Why had we never heard of her before and why was she not on our Pinterest boards?

Nina Mae, (pronounced Nine-ah) was born in Lancaster, South Carolina. She had moved to New York as part of the great migration and was discovered on Broadway in the musical Blackbirds of 1928 by Director King Vidor. What is so remarkable is that Nina Mae was only 16 when she starred in Hallelujah, thus she had everything ahead of her. She had beauty, energy, playfulness, she had sexy, spunk and glamour. She should have had it all.


She was the first black actress to star in a sound film, and was even signed to a 5 year contract with MGM after the success of Hallelujah which included an Oscar nomination for best writing. This, however, never led to any significant roles and she soon left for Europe where she starred in several British films and also performed in cabarets. In Europe they called her the black Garbo. And that she was.

That there are not many photos or even all of her films in the American archives serves us well. That way, we will not mourn for what could have been and not question why she was not a ultra glamorous, divine and richly chronicled star. Without the interference of less flattering photographs and unflattering film roles to mar the thrill of our discovery, we can construct the image of her that we prefer. A great beauty and enduring star.


In our view of her, Nina Mae McKinney has her hair perfectly set and waved, ultra thin long silky lashes make her already large eyes, sparkle. Her lips are ruby red, a shade of russian red just for her. She is in an Orry-Kelly gown, very low in the back, semi low in front, sequins lighting up her tiny frame and curves. Her nails, also red, holding a long cigarette of course, like all elegant ladies of the 1930s should. And in her photographs, shadows play up her beautiful skin against dark backgrounds, her eyes the stars that mesmerize and seduce. Her days would look like this and her glamour shook up the world…

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Mad Men, twists, turns and slight relief…

Posted by Winifred on May 12th, 2014  •  No Comments »


So this is what it was like around the late 60s. Change, experimentation, resistance and a fight for things to stay the same. It was well reflected in last night’s episode of Mad Men. We can’t decide if this environment would lead us to choose the alternate realities offered by LSD, or force us to stay completely sober so as not to be blind sided by all the strange fast moving projectiles being hurled from all around.

Megan and Don’s relationship went so headspinningly fast from divorce, to making up, to her being jealous over a pregnant niece whom she quickly pays off to disappear, to surprising Don with a threesome. {Quick aside, this very plain, very dirty, very unappealing girl, was hardly enough to make us believe Megan’s jealousy. We really needed her to be much more Robing Wright in Forrest Gump to make it work.} We feel much like Don, we want off this bumpy road that is Megan’s unhappiness. We want badly for this mismatch to end but we know the producers want us to pay for reveling in Don’s misbehaving. Somehow Megan’s control of him feels far more egregious than any of his play…

Mercifully, the threesome marks a turn in the rise of Don – his return to work having been an excruciating dismantling of the king. A minor victory was scored with Phillip Morris as he cleverly interrupted a secret meeting to convince them he’s still their guy even after he betrayed them in the past. Phillip Morris seems convinced, and we are also relieved to believe once again.

We wish for Peggy, before the show ends, to experience some minor lift in her life. From the flowers she mistakenly thought were from Ted to her painful relationship with her new boss, to somehow being chosen to watch Ginsberg unravel before her very eyes. Her only solace and companionship now, the son of an unhappy upstairs tenant. Peggy can bear all disappointment, slights, disregard and oppression, but Ginsberg coming to her apartment on a Saturday and then assaulting her, required for us a much bigger reaction, even from as restrained a character as her. We saw her collapse previously, we suspect Ginsberg offering up to her his nipple may be the final straw. Toward renewal we hope, not her undoing…

Is Betty really so bad? Did she not handle it gracefully and with style when her son gave away her sandwich on the school field trip she attended with him? Going a whole afternoon with no opportunity to eat would surely present to us absolute cause for a complete meltdown, especially since we would not have cigarettes to back it up. Yes, we know mothers should not have meltdowns, but it was quite hurtful and we suffered her pain. Recently we watched a neighbor’s son berate her and the doorman for 10 minutes for allowing him to miss his school bus. We can only imagine what she would think of Betty’s suggestion that motherhood was her prize, no job, or other accomplishments needed. Who can fault Betty for slowly, but always regally, cracking at the seams at the sudden realization that maybe this isn’t so…

We don’t like Lou, and know we are not meant to. We choose not to spend too much time discussing him. It’s our review, we focus on the parts of the show that appeal to us, not those that make us turn away. We enjoyed watching him be mocked. We hope he continues to be unmasked, unclothed and revealed for the weak and irrelevant being he is.

It’s been a difficult season; we just can’t imagine on what satisfactory notes this show will come to an end…

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Orange Chiffon Cake paired with Old Hollywood Glamour

Posted by Winifred on May 11th, 2014  •  No Comments »

Oh, we had been absolutely spent! Days of fighting with interior designer, Billy Haines, over 100-year old hand painted Chinese wall coverings and the specific velvet drapings for our vanity. We had almost completed handwritten notes inviting friends to our new Roland E. Coate designed home, when we ran out of our Mrs. John L. Strong stationery. We had yet to receive our custom made Ferragamo sandals and the recent fitting for the Robert Piguet gown in which to float around from room to room, air kissing our Hollywood friends, did not help us with our most important decision…would we wear a turban or was the over the shoulder draping dramatic enough?


The party was all we could do from falling into a slump. We had just met with executives at MGM to discuss the part of Nora on ‘The Thin Man’ series. W.S. Van Dyke wanted William Powell to play the part of Nick, the glamorous socialite Nora’s husband, and for the couple to have an affectionate banter and friendship style of marriage. We were thrilled to have an opportunity to play opposite William Powell, but in the end, contractual agreements prevented us from taking on the role. We had already been fitted by costume designer Edith Head for a film noir. The part of Nora went to Myrna Loy. The studio system be damned!


The only thing to do was to swing our Figoni et Falaschi Talbot-Lago T150-C by Hollywood and Vine and take our regular table at the Brown Derby.


It was certainly not quiet or peaceful, what one would expect we would need after such harrowing days. But the Brown Derby was home; there was comfort in the food, the service and in being seen in our freshly curled hair. Carole was there with Clark. We never much liked her in a hat. We made sure to confirm attending each other’s party, but do hope she won’t serve us dinner on the floor this time…


Kay Francis was there and oh, was she dressed! We already had some of her Orry-Kelly gowns made.


Dietrich was there, in a veil, distant eyes, with a cigarette working over beef stew. We stopped by to make fun of her for the nightclub number in Blond Venus. She seemed sufficiently shamed for the ape costume and blond afro.


Then we sat down for a Cobb salad. Bob Cobb always made sure to save us a generous piece of orange chiffon cake. Clark and we finished off the last of it. Cary, Myrna and Ava had to settle for the grapefruit cake. Our stomachs full and banter had, we braced ourselves for the next task – unearthing our Globe-Trotter trunks.


The Mister and we are sailing off for the Island of Guidecca for a languorous stay at Casa Frollo. We have sent the recipe for chiffon cake ahead…


Orange Chiffon Cake
From Lost Desserts By Gail Monaghan

For the orange chiffon cake:
2 1/4 cups of cake flour
1 1/4 cups superfine sugar
1 tablespoon of baking powder
1 teaspoon of salt
5 large eggs, separated, plus 3 egg whites – at room temperature
1/2 cup of canola oil
3 tablespoons of orange zest
1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1/2 teaspoon cream of tartar
1/2 cup of granulated sugar

For the orange icing:
6 tablespoons unsalted butter
3 cups of confectioners’ sugar, sifted
3 tablespoons orange juice
Grated zest of 2 large oranges
1/8 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract

Pre-heat the oven to 325 degrees.

Sift together the flour, superfine sugar, baking powder, and salt onto parchment paper or into a medium size mixing bowl. Then sift again.

In another large glass bowl, vigorously whisk the 5 egg yolks, oil, orange zest, vanilla, and 3/4 cup of water until smooth. About 2 to 3 minutes. Gradually add the flour mixture and whisk to just combine.

Using the electric mixer fitted with the whisk attachment, beat the 8 egg whites on medium speed until foamy. Add the cream of tartar and beat until very soft peaks form. Gradually add the granulated sugar and increase the speed to high. Beat until peaks are stiff but not dry.

Using a rubber spatula, fold one-quarter of the egg whites into the egg yolk mixture. Pour the egg mixture over the remaining egg whites and fold together until just combined, but completely incorporated. Scrape batter into an ungreased 10-inch tube or angel food cake pan with a removable bottom. Smooth the top and bake in the lower third of the oven; check after 30 minutes, if the cake is browning too quickly, lightly rest a piece of foil over it. Bake until the top springs back when lightly pressed and a cake tester inserted in the center comes out clean, 55 to 65 minutes. Remove from oven and cool upside down on built in prongs or a bottle (wine bottle works well) – with the bottle neck through the hole, until completely cool – about 1 1/2 hours.

To unmold, slide a thin knife around the cake to detach it from the pan, pressing the knife against the pan to avoid tearing the cake. Use the knife to detach the cake from the center tube: pull the tube upward to remove the cake from the pan side. Slide the knife under the cake to detach it from the bottom. Invert and let the cake drop onto your hand or a serving platter.

For the icing, in a medium saucepan, melt the butter over low heat. Remove from the heat and sir in the confectioners’ sugar, orange juice, zest and salt. Turn the heat down as low as possible and return the saucepan to the heat. Cook for 5 minutes, stirring constantly. Remove from the heat and beat (briefly for a pourable glaze or several minutes for a spreadable icing). You can place the sauce pan in a larger pan of ice water to speed the process. Stir in the vanilla and drizzle the glaze over or spread the icing on the cake. Let set before serving.

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Hudson Valley Wine Tasting…Who Knew?

Posted by Winifred on May 8th, 2014  •  No Comments »

There was a time, one we hardly recognize now, many lifetimes past, when we lived in San Francisco. The guitar playing, nature loving, hemp milk drinking, reiki practitioner in us that we have fiercely protected and stayed committed to even while in New York, often yearns for the beauty of California and the many experiences it offered us. The ability to travel up or down the coast and within a 1 to 2 hour drive be in the most stunning surroundings – Monterey, Carmel, Big Sur, Sonoma, Point Reyes. On a moment’s notice, as you leisurely roll out of bed on a Saturday morning, one could pick a glorious getaway that required little advance planning or time. Any direction guaranteed traveling along mesmerizing scenic beauty, making the specific destination irrelevant.

We always crave California; there is an empty space waiting to be fulfilled by the unparalleled beauty of its coast line and a way of life that melds health, fitness, purpose and meaning. Rest and inner harmony instead of busyness, repetition, uninventive and even harmful ways of avoiding oneself. So on days when we tire of living a life parallel to the one we were meant to, we try to merge what we have with that which is to come. California by way of New York. Runs along the East River, imagining it as Santa Monica, store bought hemp in lieu of the fresh milk of Brentwood Market, and drives up the Hudson that will eventually lead to Napa.


Mr. K and us began our tour of the Hudson Valley in Millbrook, at the Millbrook Vineyards and Winery.


The tasting was rather quick and since we had not eaten much before our drinking, we were happy to spend more of our time at the picnic area by the water.


As the restaurant was not yet open, we were relieved to have brought along our own snacks. Mr. K is slowly coming around to our port infused chicken liver pate, and was hungry enough to even go along with the pumpkin, oat, chia bread.


The smoked Gouda made him a bit happier – honestly, we wish stores would carry aged Gouda instead. Its sharpness cannot be anymore of an acquired taste than the unnatural smoked version. Smoked Gouda is a bit like sweet and sour chicken.


A complete fabrication, a perversion of a cuisine that the natives it is attributed to, do not claim. We never once ate smoked Gouda in Spijkenisse….


But as this is our parallel life, we nevertheless were happy to coat our stomachs and to venture to Glorie Vineyards next.


A rustic, unassuming barn with the tasting room situated to take perfect advantage of sweeping views of the Valley. We immediately felt calm and peaceful. Fully focused on wine and valley views, even the toddler allowed to run around in circles, stomping his feet and giggling loudly, over and over and over, could not break our zen. This was not the case for the poor host.


We were most proud of Mr. K for while we were traveling along rolling hills and admiring this unusual situation of a water fall running through a house, he not only avoided the turtle crossing the road,


But he picked it up with a shovel and gently carried it to the other side.


Our most fun was had at Tuthilltown Spirits Distillery, the first New York distillery since 1933. We were so impressed with this marvelous story of a climber who wanted to buy property near the Shawangunk Mountains for a resting place after climbing. The distillery was an old mill where grains were ground and after his request for a bed and breakfast was turned down by the zoning board, he cleverly decided to open a distillery instead.


With a fantastic tour guide telling a great American story of entrepreneurship and innovation, a band playing early Appalachian Folk music, and an introduction to our first Manhattan, we fully expect to return to Tuthilltown quite a few times…Us checking a newly hand filled, hand labeled, and hand topped bottle of bourbon for sediment and perfect filtering!

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Golden Eye – 24kt Skin Care

Posted by Winifred on May 7th, 2014  •  No Comments »

Surinamers love their gold. Our jewels have cultural meaning and we select most of our pieces based on what our spirit (our “yeye”) tells us we need. Usually protection, guidance, strength, love. We rarely seek spiritual meaning behind our skincare routines. Now comes an opportunity to do both.


Recently, we discovered KollagenX 24KT gold eye serum. A collagen and nano gold (tiny particles of gold) infused serum that is said to smooth away signs of aging and dark spots. We do love serums for their concentration and for their fluid texture which penetrates the skin. Though we were amused by the concept of gold infused skin care and felt the packaging would make a lovely addition to our beauty shelves, we did not expect to find the product very compelling. Nonetheless, we were open to try the serum. When we came across the KollagenX line, we first tried the face mask. It too is gold and in addition to appearing like a cross between a mardi gras mask and Friday the 13th, it has a quite slippery texture.


The mask is packaged in rosewater, and once one gets past the slippery, almost creepy texture and feel, you are left with a cooling sensation that starts to feel fresh and soft. We left ours on for a brief 10 minutes, but we did feel at the very least, there were possibilities for cooling and relaxation after a stressful day and perhaps a freshening of the skin. This got us hopeful about the serum which we sampled at home over several days.

Can we just say we love it? The serum truly hydrates sensitive under eye skin, leaving it brighter, softer and firmer. Particularly when the eyes are a bit puffy or not quite as rested as they should be, we found the serum offered a nice, instant perking up of the skin. We felt protected, almost as if the serum gave us the ability to take the skin back to its former state, undoing the damage from the night before. KollagenX’s About Page, claims their Nano Gold Technologies were in fact discovered as an alternative to plastic surgery. We cannot speak to that just yet, but let’s see if we have other experiences with their products and notice their claims to be true…

In the meantime, we adore the serum and are sad to see our sample go. Once in a while when we use it, a fleck of gold stays on the skin. A new kind of birthmark for us, apropos for our yeye…

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