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  • Friday
    MaxKodan's "Dappled Shores" [Royal Canterlot Library]

    Today's story warns about the hidden dangers of "shows, don't tell".

    Dappled Shores
    [Romance] [Comedy] [Drama] [Equestria Girls] [Slice of Life] • 4,640 words

    Rarity and Sunset are having their third weekly Dappled Shores marathon.

    And then Sunset ruins everything.

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    6 comments · 1,193 views
  • 1 week
    WishyWish's "Sugarcube in the Corner" [Royal Canterlot Library]

    An unlikely crossover source mashes up with pony in today's story.

    Sugarcube in the Corner
    [Drama] [Sad] [Slice of Life] [Tragedy] • 8,069 words

    Enter Painless — a young resident physician at Manehattan East Side Memorial Hospital who drew the short lot, and ended up working through Hearth's Warming. With the city caught in the grips of a blizzard that weatherponies are still trying to get under control, the night is boring, the decorations contrived, and the coffee is as bitter as his sensibilities.

    Tonight, Painless has a single, pointless task assigned to him — to keep the company of a lonesome, unconscious stallion who is essentially already dead. In so doing, a young doctor will learn that medicine is about more than scalpels and technique.

    It's also about mending broken hearts.

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    5 comments · 2,635 views
  • 3 weeks
    The Albinocorn's "Firebird Dahlia" [Royal Canterlot Library]

    An explosive sibling rivalry is at the center of today's story.

    Firebird Dahlia
    [Drama] [Slice of Life] • 48,819 words

    Life is looking up for Sunset Shimmer.

    With her grandstanding at the Battle of the Bands, Canterlot High has taken a new approach to her. Amends have been made, friendships have been restored, and Sunset is on the fast track to becoming a better person.

    But even now, there are still apologies that have to be said.

    For her Spring Break, Sunset returns to Equestria to make up with her estranged family: the parents that raised and provided for her, and the sister she left behind. But a lot has changed since then, and some wounds won't heal by just saying 'I'm sorry.'

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    11 comments · 3,055 views
  • 4 weeks
    forbloodysummer's "Why Are You Here, Your Majesty?" [Royal Canterlot Library]

    Today's story is here for a very good reason.

    Why Are You Here, Your Majesty?
    [Drama] • 8,405 words

    Immortals are few and far between in Equestria, and they are all known to each other. Two of them are about to get to know each other a little better. Because one has just turned up uninvited in another’s private chambers. Maybe it’s time they had a chat?

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    8 comments · 3,453 views
  • 5 weeks
    Rocket Lawn Chair's "Star-Crossed" [Royal Canterlot Library]

    Today's story is a tale of love written in the sky.

    [Romance] [Slice of Life] • 2,968 words

    A thousand years ago he was turning Equestria into a hotbed of mayhem.
    Five years ago he was growing moss and lichen on his shoulders.
    Today he's asking Celestia out on a date.

    Celestia didn't know such a creature as Discord would be able to change so radically without it being part of some elaborate prank. But what's more unsettling, she didn't know she'd be able to change just as drastically. As she finds new feelings for the Master of Chaos, she begins to have doubts toward the integrity of her desires, and suspicions of her sister's possible involvement.

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    0 comments · 3,112 views
  • 7 weeks
    Fiddlebottoms' "Discord's Ant Farm" [Royal Canterlot Library]

    In today's story, take a trip into the future with one of My Little Pony's ant-agonists.

    Discord's Ant Farm
    [Sad] • 2,619 words

    That wacky Spirit of Chaos is at it again...

    Except, there's no ponies in the audience.

    There's nothing, really. Just an empty, post-apocalyptic expanse.

    Nothing, and some ants.

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    21 comments · 3,761 views
  • 8 weeks
    FrontSevens' "Fun in the Summit" [Royal Canterlot Library]

    Today's story is a foray into diplomatic impunity.

    Fun in the Summit
    [Comedy] [Slice of Life] • 7,774 words

    Trade negotiations. Board meetings. Formal garden parties. Not the definition of a fun weekend for Princess Celestia at all.

    However, Celestia has a plan. Rarity’s going to join her this year, and by their gossiping powers combined, they may be able to turn this upcoming convention into something a little more unconventional.

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    6 comments · 3,184 views
  • 9 weeks
    cursedchords' "The Legend of the Scorpion Queen" [Royal Canterlot Library]

    Today's story about Equestrian harvest legends will grow on you.

    The Legend of the Scorpion Queen
    [Romance] [Sad] • 16,226 words

    On the eve of the Day of Reaping, the start of the Equestrian Harvest, it is traditional that a legend be told over supper: the legend of how the traditions surrounding the Day of Reaping came to be. It is a story of love, ambition, and vengeance.

    Long before Equestria, a grand Unicorn King maintains a splendid garden. On one of his travels he brings a scorpion back to live within it. That scorpion, resentful of being removed from her home, sets out to have her revenge.

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    6 comments · 5,135 views
  • 10 weeks
    Pen Stroke's "Morsel of Truth" [Royal Canterlot Library]

    Sink your teeth into today's spooky story.

    Morsel of Truth
    [Slice of Life] • 4,349 words

    There is a bit of truth to every legend, though the ravages of time can bury it deeply. Myths and lore become twisted, melded, and torn the longer they are around. One of Equestria’s oldest legends is that of Nightmare Moon. It is the core of Nightmare Night and the excuse for children to go out asking for candy with a single, common rhyme.

    Nightmare Night, what a fright. Give me something sweet to bite.

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    5 comments · 5,535 views
  • 11 weeks
    Hap's "The Donutier" [Royal Canterlot Library]

    Today's story will éclair-ify what it means to truly have friends.

    The Donutier
    [Slice of Life] • 13,097 words

    My name is Twilight Sprinkle, and my passion is donuts—from the delicate morsels I serve at elegant cocktail parties to the hearty pastries enjoyed by hard-working ponies who get up early. I don’t have friends, I don’t have books, and I sure as the sun don’t have any wings. I don’t care whether you’re here for revenge, for romance, or for a favor. My name is Twilight Sprinkle and I’m not who you think I am, so either buy a donut or get the hay out of my store!

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    76 comments · 5,029 views

Author Interview » OleGrayMane's "Ten Seconds" [Royal Canterlot Library] · 11:16am July 15th

Don't have second thoughts about reading today's story.

Ten Seconds
[Tragedy] • 4,033 words

There's been an accident, in the desert...

Based on Robert Calvert's 1972 poem Ten Seconds of Forever.

FROM THE CURATORS: Poetry-phobes take heart — despite the story description, there's nothing but prose here.  That doesn't mean, however, that the story's afraid to take chances.  "Here's a lovely little experiment, based on a poem, that finds an intriguing way to tell the story of a life and how it led to tragedy," Present Perfect said.  "The poem, I should mention, provides the structure of the story, but reading it first isn't necessary — the author's note explains everything."  That re-envisioning was an impressive one.  "It's great to see someone take a piece of poetry and use it as a springboard this way, without being too slavishly devoted to a literal, one-for-one retelling," Chris said. "This really does stand on its own."

The success of this unusual piece was primarily due to the power of the prose — something that virtually all of us commented on.  "It is a very well written fic, full of nice turns of phrase and some fantastic imagery," Soge said, and Chris agreed: "The snapshots are well-chosen, and the imagery is evocative; this combination left me engaged by the construction itself."  That let the emotions of the piece shine brightly through, AugieDog said: "Even though the story ends literally in the same place as it began, in getting to know the characters, my emotional involvement grew to an extent that surprised me."

Our appreciation extended down to the little touches.  "It's an appropriate use of the 'tragedy' tag, too, something about which I've been known to get a little blustery," AugieDog said.  And working on so many levels, from the big down to the small, added up to an exemplary piece.  "There's so much beauty in here — #5 in particular — that it's easy to forget within each individual moment that the story is framed within the literal wreckage of a crash," Horizon said.  "The overall effect is properly haunting."

Read on for our author interview, in which OleGrayMane discusses telegram delivery, paper tapes, and face-down drooling.

Give us the standard biography.

I am fifty-five years old, male, with glasses and a beard. My weight is appropriate for someone six inches taller than I am. For my entire life I have lived no more than five miles from the hospital where I was born. This year my wife and I will have been married for thirty years. We have one son.

I grew up reading old science fiction, although books of all kinds were available to me since my mother was a librarian. My father was a public school teacher. Economically we were middle class. Then the oil crisis came, and we weren’t.

My childhood was typical for the era. I loved NASA and the space program. When “Star Trek” went into syndication on our local UHF station, I fell in love with it. I wanted to be Mr. Spock. Several years later PBS got Monty Python, the exposure to which left me permanently twisted.

In elementary and middle school they placed me in accelerated classes, which did me little good. When grouped with other smart kids, I was very nearly the worst, regardless of the subject. From fifth grade on, I hated school and often got in trouble.

Because school was a problem, I enrolled in a trade school. There I learned television repair, vacuum tube technology, and a smidgen of digital electronics, just 7400 circuits. They had a Digiac 3080 with core memory and punched paper tape on which I learned to program in hand-assembled machine language. From there I got a bachelor's degree in computer and information science. I was fortunate, for a state scholarship covered my education’s cost. I presume they thought they’d get the money back in taxes within a few years, and they did.

Of my immediate family, I consider myself the village idiot, as I am the only one who doesn’t hold an advanced degree. My younger brother, my only sibling, is a primary care physician. He has five kids from his first marriage and another two tagalongs from his second. All but one are girls.

I hesitate to say I have a career, only sequential and vaguely related jobs, all involving software development. My longest job was nine and a half years, the shortest twenty months. At the present I am employed by the Very Large & Evil Corporation and work in cyber security. Despite this exciting moniker, it is boring, equivalent to the guy who checks your ID when you enter a bar. If I had to do it all over again, I would be a plumber. At least there everyone recognizes you work with crap.

I’ve watched cartoons from a young age, beginning in the 60s with the classic Looney Tunes, “Speed Racer,” and “Kimba the White Lion.” Although I’ve watched a fair bit of anime, they are mainstream ones like “Cowboy Bebop” and “Ghost in the Shell.” Also the Studio Ghibli movies. Seldom do I watch TV or movies with real, live actors. I see real people with problems all day long.

I think I lead a rather mundane life. Ponies and writing stories about them amounts to the most interesting things I do.

How did you come up with your handle/penname?

I just looked in the mirror and added an ‘e’ to what I saw. That is to say, I am old and have gray hair, lots of unruly gray hair. My family says I resemble Jerry Garcia in his later years. As for handles, you see, it’s always been about the mane.

Except for when my son was small, and he used my hair and beard as grab points, I’ve had shoulder length hair that refused to be tamed. My friends and I rode motorcycles in the 80s — we were a ‘Born to be Mild’ gang for certain. Wearing a helmet made matters worse, and I picked up the nickname Cutter from the Toecutter in “Mad Max.” Go look at his hair.

I continued to use Cutter during the early 90s on Amiga BBSes. Upon coming to the MLP fandom it seemed inappropriate to identify with a violent and disturbing character, so I picked this name.

Who's your favorite pony?

I was initially enamored of Fluttershy since her shyness matched my own. Without a doubt I like Twilight — her early, snarky incarnation the best. I relate to and respect Applejack as the hardworking and serious pony she is, but one who still manages to have fun.

But I am a Rarity devotee. In the location where I am writing this, I have thirty-one figures or images of Rarity. I counted six more upstairs. I plan on acquiring more. Why this unhealthy fascination with a character many accuse of being superficial, vain, and the worst possible thing in a girly cartoon?

Perhaps it is because she has a complex and flawed personality. If Applejack is the perfect pony, then Rarity is her antithesis. She’s creative, genteel, effusive, and generally good-natured. There’s an intrinsic kindness in Rarity, as well as that generosity thing. But she can be self-centered, arrogant and pretentious, and suffers bouts of self-doubt. Most of all, she’s ambitious. Rarity makes mistakes, both big and small, in the process of reaching her goals, losing sight of her friends and her personal and creative integrity. In many ways, she’s a mess, but without flaws, I would not find her interesting.

Often her foibles are exaggerated for comic effect, which results in a two-dimensional portrayal. She appears callous. When her internal conflicts are explored, she’s redeemed.

Tabitha St. Germain’s voice acting really brings the character to life. Amongst a wonderful voice cast, I sometimes think her contributions are overshadowed.

Visually, I think Rarity’s got a terrific design. Most ponies do, but with the bold colors of that swooping mane and her beguiling eyes, she’s gorgeous.

No apologies. I’m a child of the 60s and 70s. Falling in love with a white unicorn is mandatory.

What's your favorite episode?

A difficult question! Last fall my son Bluebook and I tried to rank episodes. We sought the ones best expressing their themes, those having the best storytelling, the most heart, or the best animation. When in doubt, we rewatched. How excruciating to watch a favorite episode and down rank it for the tiniest reason. Picking a top ten or twenty was hard enough, but selecting the ultimate MLP episode felt impossible. Nevertheless, I won’t punt here and say they are all too good to make a choice.

A personal favorite is “Baby Cakes” since it was the first episode I watched. It is special to me, but it’s not the best, so I have to move on. Now, before I get accused of anything, I want to say that while I tend to admire season one and two episodes the most, there’s been astounding ones in the post-Faust era: “Sleepless in Ponyville,” “Amending Fences,” and “Filli Vanilli” amongst them.

But if it came down to a single episode, I would say “Family Appreciation Day.” Magical zap apples, the timberwolves, and Filthy ‘I prefer’ Rich are introduced here. Diamond Tiara engages in psychological warfare and ponies in bunny suits hop about. There’s a sleeping and slobbering Sweetie Bell and a marionette Granny Smith. The episode contains classic cartoon problem-solving, which must be done in threes, and a sepia-tone montage accompanying a story so engaging, Silver Spoon applauds. Stakes are low and kid relatable, and in the end, Granny gets a hug and Diamond Tiara her comeuppance. A Cindy Morrow masterpiece.

Also, Scootaloo dresses in the cutest imaginable uniform and delivers a telegram. What the heck else could you want?

What do you get from the show?

Well, it’s complicated — something I find difficult to write about, and I don’t do interpretive dance. Therefore, in the spirit of “Ten Seconds of Forever,” have some random moments.

Surrounded by animals, Fluttershy lays beneath a tree, weeping.
Pinkie Pie sings about her mission in life and the whole town joins in.
In the midst of a disaster, Celestia gives sage advice to her student.
Rainbow Dash takes Scootaloo under her literal wing.
With tears in her eyes, Rarity knowingly reaches out to silence Spike.
Discord’s scheme collapses when he fears losing his first and only friend.
Instead of breaking the piñata, Moondancer breaks her emotional shell.
Coloratura rediscovers herself and sings about mistakes and integrity.
Illuminated by the setting sun, taciturn Macintosh opens up to his little sister.
Two unicorns with tarnished pasts teach Twilight about trust.

I hope that helps.

What do you want from life?

I would like to make a difference. Trite, eh? But yes, some small contribution to make things better, somewhere, somehow, to someone.

While I won’t be pretentious and say I have wisdom at this age, I have perspective. I will likely be dead before most of the Brony fandom reaches my current age, and for you folks, as it did for me, time will blaze by while you are occupied with building lives and careers. Don’t forget to do more than acquire and consume. Don’t shut yourself off from the lives of others. Don’t miss out on the human experience.

I’ve not done my best, and now I’ve little time to make up for it. MLP’s helped, and I got involved by donating blood and doing volunteer work with the local food bank. It’s not much, but something.

Why do you write?

I hope it’s because I have something to say, but I fear it is egotism. Maybe that is the "being read" part of writing.

This is all my son’s fault. In the spring of his junior year — that was 2012 — he had a creative writing project and asked for help. It led both of us to research how you do this storytelling stuff, not just putting words and sentences and paragraphs together. Legos it ain’t.

By the summer, I discovered fanfiction for MLP. Mired in a new, soul-sucking job, I daydreamed about ponies. I got ideas and thought, hey, maybe I could do this.

Writing is also a personal improvement project. My spelling and grammar are terrible, they always have been, and creative writing is a way to address it. I’ve done a lot of self-education, and I got a lot of help.

If I may, I’d like to say what an amazing group of educated people there are in the MLP writing community. So many are willing to donate the most valuable of commodities, time, to someone they’ll never meet. I am amazed and humbled by their abilities and altruism.

What advice do you have for the authors out there?

The advice from everyone is to read, and I agree. It’s brain food. Honestly, except for technical material, I was almost aliterate from 1992 to 2012. Once I started writing, and got rid of cable TV, I’ve read more books in the past two years than in the preceding two decades. Thanks MLP and fan fiction.

Also write. Write anything and everything. Throw lots away. Edit, rewrite, re-edit and repeat. Getting started is hard, so when you get going, don’t stop. A writer writing is like an athlete in training. You’ll get no medals for the training, but there are no medals without it.

Read about writing too. The Elements of Fiction Writing series from Writer’s Digest helped me. And listen. The “Grammar Girl” and “Writing Excuses” podcasts are free, so no, well, excuses.

Recently I finished Stephen King’s On Writing, a memoir sprinkled with advice. King says vocabulary is your most valuable tool — not to slather paragraphs with useless description, but to pick the perfect word that conveys an idea or describes a moment. I’ve realized I have two vocabularies, one for reading and another for writing, and the latter is far weaker. Building a strong writing vocabulary is harder than I imagined.

What was it about the song “Ten Seconds of Forever” that inspired you to turn it into a Pony story?

First, I’d hardly call it a song! It’s more of a spoken-word piece with eerie psychedelic noises in the background, something to enjoy while face down on the floor, lost in the twilight of consciousness, surrounded by a puddle of drool. Not that I have experience in such things.

The story is as much inspired by “Wonderbolts Academy” as the poem. How these equine fighter pilots think and act is revealed, and we discover ponies with egos bigger than Rainbow Dash’s, ones who need to sign up for friendship lessons. And safety lessons.

So, here’s the story about this story.

It was May, and I was on my lunchtime walk in the business park/highway area around work. Hawkwind’s “Space Ritual” was on the iPod. It gets up to “Ten Seconds”, which I’ve heard like a hundred times. I got the CD in the early 90s, when Handyman, the sysop of an Amiga BBS, turned me on to Hawkwind. The piece is melancholy and quiet, a breather between the frenetic songs on the rest of the album. And you don’t have to be Sigmund Freud to understand it’s about dying and regret. Anyway, I hear “a pair of broken shades lying on the tarmac.” Instantaneously, tarmac takes me to flying, flying suggests the Pegasi, shades become goggles, and from there I’m at Wonderbolts. I mentally wrote much of second number two’s part as I completed my walk.

Coincidentally, all this happened near the location where I got the idea for my story Be, although I can’t remember what I was listening to at the time, but it was late summer, when the chicory on the hillside was loaded with grasshoppers, and one hopped on my sleeve and—


To construct the story, I used the poem’s minimalistic thought fragments as writing prompts, adjusting where required, to obliquely paint a picture of the narrator’s life. Death nears, and time and location become jumbled as she drifts in and out of consciousness. She recalls the good and the bad, those she’s loved, her accomplishments, and — my favorite part to write — the life she will not lead.

Writing “Ten Seconds” was challenging and fun. Unfortunately, the fragmentary nature of the story was off-putting to some readers. Without the context of the poem, they found it difficult to piece together. My fault as I didn’t add author’s notes until perhaps a week after publication. I hope the notes now in place clear up any confusion.

Do you find it difficult to incorporate original characters into your fanfiction?

I fear I may have problems working with canon characters at this point. The show’s got a lot of their aspects covered after 6½ seasons, so if I don’t want to err or offend, I feel I need to stick to what’s been presented, expanding upon it only a little. Either that or use the AU tag.

Of late I’ve tended to use the MLP universe more than its characters. Someone else has established a world for me — the rules, the locations, the society, which provides a completed tableau for character creation. I aspire to write wholly original fiction, so creating new characters in these stories is good practice. Original characters and world-building, especially expanding the MLP universe’s history, is, in my mind, akin to writing original fiction. Well, semi-original. It may be the closest I ever get.

Talk a little about how “Ten Seconds” earns its “tragedy” tag.

Hubris. That was a little too little wasn’t it?

Our narrator is not a bad pony, only one caught up in herself. She is good, damn good, and she knows it and wants everypony else to know it. Being young and good and feeling invulnerable is, in my opinion, a dangerous combination. You may be rewarded for it, but the risks are high.

The story is tragic in both meanings of the word. The disaster of second number two is an obvious tragedy: broken bodies in the desert. The final second is the real tragedy, the downfall of our never-to-be Wonderbolt. Attempting to show off her prowess, she persuades her fellow trainees into performing a trick for which they are unprepared. Neither, perhaps, is she. Distracted by their inability to live up to her expectations, she flies them into the ground, killing everypony.

The tragedy is the avoidable loss of life, the senseless loss of potential, brought on by conceit.

Do you see the story fitting somewhere into the show’s chronology?

Not at a specific point, no. Some readers thought the unnamed narrator might be Rainbow Dash or Lightning Dust, but since neither are, it can happen in any era, although I imagined it contemporaneous with season three. With their egos and risk taking, the Wonderbolts must have an incident like this annually, right?

Is there anything else you'd like to add?

Yes, lots. A lot of thanks.

Thanks to knighty and Xaquseq and all the other developers who created and continue to expand a highly functional and aesthetically pleasing website.

Thanks to the story approvers of FIMFiction and the pre-readers of Equestria Daily who spend inordinate amounts of time looking through our stories, many of which likely make them want to scream.

Personal thanks to those who’ve pre-read, proofread, edited, or commented on my stories. Thanks for spending your time on me.

And to everyone else, as always, thanks for reading.

You can read Ten Seconds at Read more interviews right here at the Royal Canterlot Library, or suggest stories for us to feature at our Fimfiction group.

Comments ( 15 )
Author Interviewer

Apologies once again for the lateness. I am at a convention. With OleGrayMane, even!

#beards are awesom!

Majin Syeekoh
Story Approver

It's okay, PP. I know how crazy those things get.

Okay, we've got this and Bad Horse's "Twenty Minutes," now we just need "Thirty Hours," "Forty Days," "Fifty Weeks," "Sixty Months/Moons," and "Seventy Years." :V

Actually, cheating and replacing "Weeks" with "Fifty Fortnights" might be better for the flexible and British-tolerant, since it sounds nice, certainly better than "Sixty Fortnights."

Indeed I am/we are. Having lots of fun.

I actually have notes and fragments of a story called "Seven Days" based on a Dylan song of the same name. Coincidentally, it takes place in a desert.

Don't have second thoughts about reading today's story.

But can I have ten second thoughts?

It's crazy alright he left my party at like 9 pm because he was tired :derpytongue2:

But he did show up and for that we writers were very grateful. :heart:

Hi: I think I sat in the row behind you at Rob's speed-fic panel. You read first right? Cute story.

That's me! :yay:


Liar. You've just been playing card games all day.

Hey now, we left at 11:30 or so.

Author Interviewer

This was yesterday. D:

Based on Robert Calvert's 1972 poem Ten Seconds of Forever.

This video is unavailable.

(Why the heck are you linking to a video of a poem, anyway?)


This video is unavailable.

Thanks for pointing it out. It wasn't my copy, but rats, something must have tripped a copyright check. Always does.

Here's a fresh copy.

(Why the heck are you linking to a video of a poem, anyway?)

It's a live perfomance by the UK psychadelic band Hawkwind, recorded in 1972 for their "Space Ritual" double album. It is read by the author, who wrote lyrics and performed with the band. The drama of the poem really comes across with the trippy sound effects and Calvert's over the top reading. Check out the wiki to see how weird these dudes are, but hey, it was the 70s. They even performed material by Michael Moorcock!

YouTube is stuffed with lots of great poetry readings, most with fixed images, or at least the ones I frequent. Here's one of my favorites:

Nicely done interview OleGrayMane! I enjoyed hearing your thoughts and learn a bit about you too.

Thank you and always nice to hear from you!

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