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My name is Stanley Q Woodvine. My blog is a reflection of everything and anything that interests me. That includes things like. me, computers, anime, the tools I use as a binner—such as bicycles and bicycle trailers, my experience as a homeless person, interesting things that I find in the garbage  (you have no idea), and life in general.

In the past I have worked as an illustrator, graphic designer, and a writer. I have no idea what I’ll be doing in the future. At present I am living rough in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada—meaning that I am homeless, and have been for the past 13 years.

I support myself variously, taking both part- and full-time jobs when feasible (but not since 2010) and working on computer systems from time-to-time, as opportunities and my skills allow. Since late 2013 I have enjoyed a steady arrangement, where the Georgia Straight, a local community newspaper, pays me $200-a-month for the dubious privilege of being able to cherry pick my blog content as it sees fit.

However, I earn most of my money from binning—that is to say, from collecting and returning beverage containers for their deposit value.

People in the Fairview neighbourhood of Vancouver, British Columbia, can always find me, with my bike and distinctive fluorescent orange-backed bike trailer, looking for bottles in the back alleys, or sitting in a coffee shop or a restaurant, typing away on my dumpster-dived laptop.

What’s with the whole Homeless thing?

Looking back on it, I would now say that I became homeless largely through my own stupidity. Sadly, it can’t be blamed on alcoholism or drug addiction.

I tell people that I simply lost the “thing” that had driven me to be an illustrator since I was a child. I had used that drive to push me beyond a childhood environment that was abusive, and dangerous; it pushed me to leave the Prairies at age 17 and seek my future in Vancouver. Within two weeks I was working for a community newspaper, the Westender, as their first-ever illustrator. I learned graphic design on the job, and went on to other newspapers, most notably The Georgia Straight. I also freelanced a lot—mostly illustration and design, but also some surprisingly lucrative technical writing. Basically I was able to pursue my passions and incidentally support myself for some twenty-four years.

By 2004 all my passion for illustration and graphic design was gone.And I mean utterly drained out of me. I came to a point where I didn’t want to—almost couldn’t bring myself to—draw. All the joys became terrible chores. I fudged, and outright missed deadlines. My work became laboured and mediocre. I effectively drove my freelance business into the ground.

Having virtually worked my entire adult life in the meritocracy of commercial creative communication, I found myself unskilled, unsuited for anything else. I was certainly unprepared baffled for the completely opposing ethics that seem to underlie traditional nine-to-five sorts of work.

As my personal and professional life unraveled in 2004, current and former clients tried to come to my aid but it is a thread running through my life that I’m hard to help. I have to say, with hopefully no rancour, that my friends weren’t much help. Ultimately, I wasn’t able to pay my rent so I evicted myself in October of 2004.

Cue the violins?

Eight years 13 years later, I’m still homeless. Why is that? One friend says that I’m taking the easy way. And there has to be some truth to this. It certainly seems easier to me to stay homeless than to take the government’s route off the streets, leading , as it generally does, through drug/bug/crime-infested social housing.

Between 2004 and 2010 I tried hard to find my own way off the street in five simple steps: 1) get a job; 2) work hard; 3) save my money; 4) get a place; 5) rebuild my life.

Unfortunately I couldn’t get past step three. Money wasn’t the issue. I was a homeless person, with all that implies about addiction and mental illness. And I had no rental references for six years. Not surprisingly, no landlord would rent to me.

I haven’t bothered to look for a full-time job since the beginning of 2010. Experience has taught me that having a full-time job and being homeless do not mix well, given the absence of round-the-clock showers and laundry. If you are going to be homeless, then binning allows you to control your schedule, so that you can go get a shower, or do your laundry, when showers and laundry are available to be gotten.

One hurdle to getting off the street that I cannot seem to overcome is my lack of proper identification.

Losing my I.D. after I became homeless was simply a matter of falling asleep in a park, so someone could walk off with my backpack. There is nothing simple about replacing it.

I’m now 57 years old. I have no living relatives and (fun fact) I’m half Chinese. My parents divorced when I was two-years-old, which is to say that I do not know how to spell my mother’s name. So I cannot even begin to satisfy the requirements of the forms that need to be filled out to get a birth certificate.

I had my one-and-only meeting with a welfare worker in October of 2004, in order to see if the system could offer the same assistance that it had back in 1980 when I first came to Vancouver, B.C., from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan.

In 1980, the B.C. welfare system was called Human Resources and it worked hard to get me my first-ever full set of I.D.

In 2004, when I asked a B.C. welfare worker if the government could again help me get my I.D., I was told quite bluntly, “No.” Getting my I.D. back was my job. And, if f I managed it and if I got my taxes back in order, I would be entitled to $73-a-month in “street assistance” (that’s 2004 dollars, so we’re talking real money).

I walked out of that welfare office and straight into a back alley to begin collecting returnable beverage containers. If the problem of my I.D. was beyond my scope to deal with, then I could certainly make money to feed myself.

I have never set foot in a welfare office since.

Thirteen years later I’m still homeless—because it’s honestly easier than the alternatives. And because I am neither an alcoholic nor a drug addict ( I can say that because I quit smoking in 2012), being homeless is, for me, hardly the torment that it could be if I was a slave to street drugs.

I can earn the same money binning as I would make with a minimum wage job. And I do not believe that it is possible go hungry in this wonderfully wasteful city.

And apparently I have enough leisure time to maintain a blog—one that I hope will both entertain and inform.


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  1. Just wanted to drop a note and say that I find your blog really interesting. I lived in North Van on Lonsdale for 13 years and have watched Vancouver change quite a bit during that time. We know quite a few artists struggling to make ends meet, living month to month. I think not doing drugs, drinking or smoking is a huge accomplishment. Keep writing and taking pictures, you definitely have an interesting point of view. Wishing you all the best, Ramona

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    • Thank you so much for your encouraging comments. I’m actually doing the “struggling artist” thing backwards. I quickly made a working go of it in 1980, as both a designer, and an illustrator, and didn’t stop, really, until my desire, and everything connected to “commercial art” hit a brick wall for me in the early 2000s. Drugs, and/or alcohol have never been a factor in my life. I tried cocaine in 1980, when I worked at the West Ender newspaper; not only did it have no effect on me, but I watched it make my co-workers bahave like hyperactive idiots. This was also a time when heroin was killing a lot of local musicians. Finally quiting smoking after 30 years doesn’t quite offset the stupidity of having started in the first place.

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      • You are very welcome. Funny thing, I told my husband about your blog and he said that he might know you. He used to have a studio on the Downtown Eastside and recalls someone with your story selling his drawings a couple (?) of years ago??? Small world, ey?!


      • It is a small world — at least if you have a bike. I don’t think I was the seller; I sold someone a sketch of some boats in some West End harbour, a few days after I’d arrived in 1980. Since becoming roofless in October 2004 I haven’t had an urge to draw so much as a pension. From Novenmer 2004 to February 2005, I had a part-time job in a little bookstore on the Downtown Eastside, but haven’t set foot in it, more than thrice, since.


      • Quitting smoking is so huge! Congats! It is tough, for sure. I still smoke and recently relapsed after 13 mos smoke-free. Darn it! Sometimes I wish I were clueless to the risks and costs so I could have an excuse of sorts. No such luck!

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      • Quitting smoking means changing a whole slew of associated behaviours, which compounds the difficulty of getting past the physical cravings. These can seemingly overwhelm a person unexpectedly for over a year! I would be surprised if many smokers only quit once. It took me two tries.


      • I’m not a medical professional or anything, this is just my offhand opinion. You might have ADHD?
        When I tried cocaine it felt like nothing too. I thought it was just shitty cocaine or something but everyone else was going nuts. I’ve heard the same thing from other people with ADHD.
        I have primarily Inattentive ADHD and I take Strattera, it’s a non stimulant mediation. It works pretty great for me.


      • Interesting observation. I’m surely even less of a medical professional and so I certainly cannot say that I do not have ADHD. However, I do not have overt hyperactivity issues or difficulty focussing on tasks. I imagine, However, that ADHD may be more of a spectrum. Thank you.


  2. justin permalink

    I just read your bio, sorry to hear that you had a tough go with income assistance last time you tried. I don’t recommend doing it on your own, for the reasons you mentioned. Give the Carnegie Outreach a call, they can usually make things go a lot smoother, and can also help you find a place. 604.968.1825

    Wish you the best


  3. Dave permalink

    Not sure if you will get this message as it seems the other comments were from a few years ago. I just wanted to leave you a message saying how much I appreciated your blog and your story. I too have experienced homelessness and also had an abusive childhood that drove me to run away. However I was hopelessly dependant on opiates. Somehow… By a miracle… I ran into a retired teacher who offered to rent me a room in his house and allowed me to pay what I could when I could. He also helped me replace my ID, bought me clothes and other essentials, and helped me to get enrolled as a mature student at Carleton university (I was a high school dropout). That man was diagnosed with a terminal illness a year later and I reduced my schedule to part time studies to look after him. I graduated and he lived long enough to see it. He also saw me get accepted to law school. But a year into that degree his health became much much worse. I fought hard to access support services like nurses and PSWs and had minimal success. Mostly they said that he had me and other people had nobody. I made the tough decision to withdraw from law school and spend all my time and energy trying to make what time he had left as comfortable as possible. Another year past and I was able to keep him in his home despite his condition – mainly because I cooked, dressed, bathed, and monitored him. Eventually everyone said I couldn’t do this any longer, my health was suffering hugely. I had sunken into extreme depression, anxiety, and relapsed into drugs after four years of being clean. My leave of absence from law school expired and I missed my chance to go back without having to reapply and rewrite the lsat etc. We moved him into a truly beautiful retirement residence with first class service. His initial prognosis was 6 months to two years. Under my care he lived for five years. After the move to the retirement residence, his mind was quickly lost and his health plummeted. He died 11 months later. That was this past summer. I didn’t get back into law school and I have no recognizable employer on my resume for the last six years because I worked for that man 24/7. I haven’t been able to get a job, I’m no longer eligible for a government loan to go back to school, and I haven’t been able to get help for my worsening addictions. I’m lost again. I’ve been on the verge of eviction twice and will likely be homeless again in a month. I don’t know how I will survive or if I will even want to. I can’t believe I ended up back here. When I care what happens to me next, I’m terrified. And so mostly I try not to care. What struck me about your story and its similarity to mine was the utter failure of our social services. They seem to have failed you and they have consistently failed me over and over. I am not the type to mooch off the system. I think an honour roll BA and getting into law school despite not having high school proves that I am a hard worker. Your story also shows that you are intelligent and a hard worker. Not everyone in need and on the street is stupid or lazy. I wish more people realized this. Thanks for sharing and sorry for this long rant. I just needed to tell someone….

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    • A friend of mine had a similar experience of becoming the primary caregiver to someone who helped get him off the street. In the case of my friend, things ended nearly as badly — at first.

      His friend passed away and he went into a deep depression which caused him to “self-medicating”. However, his elderly friend had a will in which he had left my friend a small amount of money. which an executor doled out monthly. May friend ultimately righted his ship, as it were,and he’s in housing, has a modest job and touches no drugs beyond cigs and weed.

      You clearly have a big heart and strength of character. What you did once, you can do again, although, as you and I both know, it’s difficult (if not impossible) to get off the street by one’s own effort — we all rely on the help of other people.

      Unfortunately, I cannot say much for the help of governments and NGOs. Help from that quarter has been all but nonexistent in all my time living on the streets. It has been ordinary people in the neighbourhoods who have sustained me but I’m the first to admit that I need to do better and truly get off the street altogether.

      I’m still of the same mind as ever, that the “system” should be there to facilitate me in getting the ID I need so I can get a job; provide shower facilities when working people need them (early in the morning and late at night), rather than when unionized government people are willing to run them (10 a.m. to 4 p.m.). There should be help for working homeless people to bank accounts to better save the money that they make and the the government should be in a position to stand behind such working homeless people when they need references to rent.

      None of this sort of help was available when I last found full-time employment in 2007. Had it been then I don’t believe that I would be still homeless today.

      As difficult as it is, I know that I have to keep trying to get off the street and so do you. What else can we do?

      Good luck to both of us?

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    • Gil permalink

      hi Dave

      Is your situation changed for the better?
      I feel sad to hear your story. Life is tough for you but I hope that you can get out of the current situation.


  4. Most of your photos at Broadway and Granville are very familiar since I work around this area. I must have seen you around. Next time, I will stop and say hi. To bad Kalamata restaurant closed. That was one of my fav spots. Nothing wrong with dumpster diving. I talk to alot of them early in the morning when I go to work. Hope you won’t join those two homeless regular in front of Starbucks and Restoration Hardware. Congratulations for being discovered.

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    • Thanks. You refer to the so-called “Blanket Brothers”. I’ve known them for years. They’re not bad people but I understand they can be something of a terror in that block where they panhandle. Fun fact about them…both are voracious readers.

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      • Yup. that’s them! Sometimes, I pick up what they leave behind and interesting reads. No, they are not bad at all. I’ve taken shots of them. But I wish they keep their area clean especially where they hide out at night. Sigh….


  5. Camille permalink

    Please. Look up new research on combating depression for anyone in the feed struggling. Moderate depression can be combated with an exercise regiment of 4 days a week
    40 min exercise. Something that will make you sweat (shown to be *more* effective than anti depression medicationson with no side effects and a significantly reduced relapse rate. Consider a gym pass to be your med subscription). Also diet diet diet. Anti inflammatory foods (depression is an inflammation in your brain -in tern it can effect your digestive system)…high fibre..veggies..beans..tumeric..garlic. sugar can cause inflammation. Cut out sugar. Replace screen time with art and reading. Blue light in screens can disrupt hormones and sleep cycles. Deep consistent (same time everyday) sleep is also rly important in combating depression. Seek out novel experiences that will re-wire your brain and make you feel brand new (press “re-set” button). Hiking and nature films can instill a sense of awe and an appreciation for the connectedness of life which will combat the depressive mindset of feeling disconnected And above all reach out for help! Fighting for your life is worth it -and even fun!!!


    • Camille permalink

      And omega fatty acid tablets!


    • I agree with all you’ve written. It’s not much of an issue now that I’m homeless but I recall being quite depressed about my situation in the months prior to losing my housing — as the bills and anxieties about my future piled up. And I felt very much alone. I do not feel like that now.

      No one gets by in life without a little help from friends and strangers. A person should never allow themselves to become isolated from the community of others — that way lies madness. Also you need to keep your mind active and engaging with the people around you and learning from their experience is a great way to exercise the old noggin.

      Unfortunately, many homeless people I’ve known ans know are dogged by depression, isolation and boredom — three states that individually and collectively encourage mental illness, and drug use.

      Homelessness should be nothing more than a rough patch of life, but most people who fall into it will not see it that way so long as society continues to promote losing housing as kind of socioeconomic leprosy.

      As it is, too many of my peers accept homelessness as a kind of “retirement” or veritable death sentence and they act accordingly and fatalistically.

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      • Bob Congrave permalink

        As a 69 yr. old full-time worker [necessity NOT passion], I of course, agree with every point you have made — SO true!.

        All – but one – of my best/closest friends has died, moved away or, disappeared (?)–same with relatives.

        My Dad is 93; my one twin brother is still – also – working (in Mexico) [necessity too – as an entrepreneur] My brother has been on stress- related meds to cope; I’ve ONLY continued to exercise intensely [was a former fitness professional] 2-3 times per week for my mental, as well as,my physical health.

        I’ve JUST come upon this blog indirectly, while seeking bridge closure “police incident” info.
        Now, I’ll periodically check in to your blog for your unique perspective!

        All the best,


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      • Thanks Bob. Glad to know you.

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  6. Came across your Straight article and subsequently your blog while helping my son research Vancouver housing for a school project.

    I’m curious about your logistics and have a few questions, if you don’t mind me asking and don’t mind sharing…

    Where do you sleep (and how do you handle very cold weather)? And shower? And store your belongings?

    Given your media presence, have any homelessness advocates reached out to you? No success?

    Lastly, what happens if you get sick or injured and need urgent medical care, but have no ID? What happens if you go to the ER?


    • I sleep in a parkade–the same one for several years. It feels very homey to me. Sleeping warm is a matter of having a decent sleeping bag and staying dry. Sleeping is easy. Getting up on an icy morning is quite another thing.

      I mostly shower at community centres. I have an open invitation from a Fairview resident to use their shower (which I have done once so far) and I’m not adverse to washing my hair and sponge bathing under an outdoor spigot.

      I was lucky enough to get a storage locker within two weeks of becoming homeless and have held on to it for dear life ever since.

      I receive contacts like this one from you but so far no actual outreach. Some agencies, such as B.C. Housing, the Lookout Society and the Union Gospel Mission intermittently follow my Twitter account; far from reaching out to me, they find themselves, from time to time, fending off my questions and criticism.

      I have required medical attention once in 12 years, for a touch of facial paralysis–I wrote a post about it of course. Healthcare for homeless people sucks. All things considered I was very lucky.

      I have written a lot of posts covering aspects of how I go about being homeless. The following post recaps how I thought I’d get myself off the street.


  7. Glen Clark permalink

    Stanley, Just a note to thank you for your thoughtful blog. I appreciate the perspective and your insights. Much more interesting take on Vancouver than can be gleaned by most media commentary.


    • Thank you so much sir. I think that we all need to pitch in to create the community of views that is somewhat lacking in Vancouver’s concentrated media environment. And thank you also for your service to the province. And perhaps, if you get the chance, say hello to Mr. Pattison for me. He doesn’t know me of course but in the 1990s I used to see him from time to time in Nick’s Spaghetti House on Commercial Drive.


      • Glen Clark permalink

        Will do. love Nick’s. Keep up the good work.


  8. Daniel Hall permalink

    Damn man…feel for u…I did the homeless thing….not fun. .u seem to smart and articulate to be homeless…but it’s the life y chosen wish u the best, enjoy yr article…funny u commenting on hi end tech when ur homeless…lol …they kinda usually don’t go together lol…all due respect..


  9. I read an article recently on Adobe’s website that said the typical illustrators career is 7-9 years, tops. The field changes so quickly…you come in an exprert at what you do, but within too few years your expertise becomes passe, and most just can’t keep up. So, your experience is sadly typical for the industry! What a world we live in, my friend….


    • This is all true. Worse still, as a commercial illustrator you can have a long career but, when age catches up and your eyesight begins to fail, or your hand, or whatever, don’t expect a pension you can live on, as you will have been paid per-piece and not as a full-time employee — david levine (1926 2009), the great New York Review of Books caricaturist, being a case in point.

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  10. melmarto31 permalink

    Thank you for your story and insight into homelessness. You are a honest and thoughtful writer. Keep up the articles of life on the streets. I live in the area and always think of you when I put something out for the binners, hoping you get there first!


  11. Hi there! Just wanted to say that me and my friends happened upon your blog, and find it quite inspiring! We always look forward to your posts and daily twitter updates as they give us a really unique view on life. None of us live in the Vancouver area, most of us far from it actually, but we still enjoy hearing all about life there. Cheers! -The Crow Crew


  12. A person who, for whatever reasons, finds themselves cast out of mainstream society soon learns that unless they have friends with connections or a close knit family willing to give them a break, social inertia works against them and it is very difficult to re-enter the “normal” world. There are no second chances. Once you’re out, you are out and even if you qualify for social housing or other programs designed to “help”, they mark you as an outsider, a failure to be pitied or scorned but never to be taken seriously as an equal.

    Nobody can choose their parents, their genes, the socio-economic status they are born into or their early childhood experiences. These factors, over which an individual has no control, are hugely influential when it comes to determining their life’s trajectory. After World War II most western governments recognized the importance collective social responsibility plays in stable societies and instead of letting a privileged minority of bankers and business owners funnel the lion’s share of wealth into their own pockets, they implemented progressive taxation policies and social programs to counterbalance the extreme economic inequality and Hobbsean ethos baked into capitalism. This allowed a middle class to flourish and people who in the years before would have been relegated to the poorhouse and the slums could achieve a modicum of economic success and self-sufficiency. A modest social safety net, a regulated economy, along with an equally important sense of community and shared values and responsibilities, prevented compulsive behaviour and mental health issues from spiralling out of control and condemning large numbers of people to the margins.

    All of these checks and balances have been steadily repealed in the last few decades and income inequality has gone through the ceiling. Cities are becoming unaffordable to all but the extremely wealthy, good paying jobs have been outsourced, wages have stagnated, upward social mobility has ground to a halt and the fabric of society is noticeably fraying as people are forced to adjust. In 2019 Gregor Robertson’s bogus claim from 2012 to have “ended homelessness” seems downright quaint: today nobody even pretends to care. Poverty, the skyrocketing cost of living and the polarization of wealth are natural phenomena, kind of like the weather, and human activities have absolutely nothing to do with it! The contradictions inherent to a highly unequal society based on zero sum competition for status and resources, that favours those who are already privileged, in which government’s role is limited to providing “security” (i.e. force of arms via the police and military to protect the ruling class) and tax payer provided subsidies to, and bailouts of, banks and corporations will eventually tear it apart. If the Canadian example isn’t enough to convince, one only has to look at data on homelessness and social disorder from Western Europe and the EU where the drive towards neoliberal capitalism began in earnest about 25 years ago to see the very obvious effects this has on a society.

    Yet we still pretend that we live in a fair society (a “meritocracy”, which basically means sociopathy and ruthless ambition are virtues to be rewarded) where everyone determines their own fate and gets what they deserve. If you have $160 billion in the bank, you earned that with hard work, good for you!… and if you worked hard for 10, 20, 30 years and became stressed out, depressed or addicted to alcohol or drugs and never recover from a period of extended unemployment, well you should have been born to better parents or a different socio-economic class and you have nobody to blame but yourself for making such terrible choices, society owes you nothing.

    I see you as an embodiment of the neoliberal citizen-entrepreneur ideal who turned his social status as a “homeless person” into a commodity, much like a lifestyle celebrity. This is why the Georgia Straight loves you. It titillates their readers, while also taking them off the hook for only seeing homelessness and associated pathologies when it becomes personally annoying or inconvenient for them. They can feel secure in their conviction that homelessness is something that happens to people who “choose” to be homeless and there is no structural or wider social element to it. No reason to feel a sense of shame for dehumanizing people who are pushed out of society by circumstances that anyone could find themselves in, and then get the door slammed on them only to be noticed by “respectable society” when they do something that makes “normal” people feel irritated or “unsafe” (i.e. uncomfortable). They accepted you because you made them feel good about themselves and upheld their prevailing assumptions.

    Am I wrong?


    • It is supposition to say that the readers of even like my posts, let alone love them. The bulk of their comments, after all, have been negative — like yours.


  13. bill Lee permalink

    Payphones, two of them in the lobby (atrium) of the Central Vancouver public Library.
    Some branches might have them, haven’t looked.

    Policy of the Burnaby Libraries is to have a public pay phone in each.


    • Thank you Bill. I was looking for a way to confirm that payphones are still in the concourse of the VPL Central Branch. I have added this location (the ninth) to the map!


  14. I have a blog called and it is a journal of my faith while facing homelessness and mental health. Will you please help me with my blog?


    • Hi Clarissa. I do not know what kind of help you need that I may be able to provide. Blogging-wise, the Blogger platform you are using is as easy as the WordPress platform I am using. From my point of view a blog is all about conveying your personal voice, as directly and with as little filtering by others as possible. In that regard, you are on your way. I would recommend that you continue what you appear to be doing: write as much as you can and as often as you can, in order to build up content and encourage people to come back regularly and follow your personal narrative.

      I will certainly check in on your blog from time-to-time. Your religious focus may not resonate with me but I do love your passion!


  15. Yes. Thank you for the care packages and for being a thoughtful reader of my blog.


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