Yoga Harmony: Jacqui Bohuslav-Andrews

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30/01/2026

Tears… of the best kind!
Today (five & a half weeks post-surgery) I played around with ‘yoga’ - my very first time testing things beyond rehab movements!!

Pose of the Sphinx - opening my chest - was not only manageable, but comfortable, and also heart-opening… hence the energy of tears of joy which rose to the surface (but didn’t spill out).

Heart opening feels powerful… & in truth I didn’t expect to be able to manage it today… I was just testing my parameters. I’m delighted… & it signifies hope and possibility to me.

May hope, possibility and improvement (in any area of your life!) be yours also!
🙏💗🙏💗🙏💗







20/01/2026

4 weeks post surgery from and I’m finally starting to see some significant improvements with my arm & shoulder range.

My beautiful body has been working so hard to repair the rather massive wound sites on my chest, and now that that’s mostly under control, I can turn my attention to shoulder rehabilitation.

The right side of my- where they took lymph nodes from my armpit - is impacted significantly. I’m so grateful to the specialist oncology physiotherapist I found who’s offering guidance. Thank goodness a friend let me know such a profession exists!

My inner practice at present revolves around enquiry… what sensation is felt where?… what is the truth?… has it been expressed?… can it be let go?… is there something to be revealed?…
and so it goes.

There’s a lot of information on offer for people from breast cancer, but it mostly centres around physical wound healing or diet, lifestyle & metabolic change (all incredibly important!!), but there seems to be less information available on how to address unprocessed life events which are lodged and causing energetic blockages within our bodies.

As a yoga & meditation teacher, its easier for me than most to tap into this inner space, but I’m grateful to have a few key people in my life at present guiding me in this way. It can be difficult to do on our own, especially when the stakes feel high.

It’s important inner work for all of us to be doing… but especially those facing serious illness. If we can process the relevant undigested life experiences, we are well on our way to recovery!






15/01/2026

Hi beautiful people,
It's clearly been too long since I last posted as quite a few of you have been reaching out to me via DM to check I'm travelling ok (thankyou... so very sweet of you).

I am recovering well. It has perhaps been a more challenging recovery than I was expecting, but then again, we don't know what we don't know... so how can we truly understand the recovery involved until we go through it?!

I've been shocked by how limited my range of movement has been from my right arm/shoulder (lymph nodes were taken from this armpit).

I have built, and have been gifted, an amazing support team: surgeon, breast care nurses and oncologist (whom I'm yet to meet), and my assembled team of acupuncturist/spiritual healer, herbal/mineral/supplement support, spiritual counsellor/embodied processing coach, and now a specialist oncology physio.

And of course my golden, marvellous, wonderful husband who has carried me and the household through these past few weeks... cleaning, cooking, shopping, washing, holding, cuddling, supporting, reassuring, keeping the jokes and light-heartedness coming, along with his ever-patient listening ear as I run some new revelation past him.

I have never felt so loved and so well supported in my life... from my hubby, family, friends, work colleagues, my yoga community and the support team I've been gathering. It's a beautiful feeling, and one I am so deeply grateful for.

From the bottom of my heart,
thank you xx
🙏🙏🙏

THE PARADOX OF THE HEART...Someone commented this beautiful sentiment on one of my earlier posts, and it has touched my ...
08/01/2026

THE PARADOX OF THE HEART...

Someone commented this beautiful sentiment on one of my earlier posts, and it has touched my heart deeply (thank you Johanna Ashley)

"A teacher once spoke to me about the paradox of the heart, that they are so precious and tender and yet the light of our light is so powerful, it can vaporise anything!"

I re-read this comment many times and could feel the power of the message tingling through my body. I wanted to understand it more deeply, so I plugged it into an AI tool and asked for more explanation from a Chinese Medicine and spiritual/energetic perspectives. This is what AI put forward:

*****

"This is a beautiful line to sit with, and it makes perfect sense through the lens of Chinese Medicine, Qi philosophy, and energy based spiritual traditions.

1. “The heart is so precious and tender”
2. “Yet the light of our light is so powerful it can vaporise anything”

❤️ 1. “The heart is so precious and tender”
Chinese Medicine view
In Chinese Medicine, the Heart (心 Xin) is not just a physical organ. It is:
• the residence of Shen (spirit, consciousness, awareness)
• the emperor of all organs
• the seat of joy, connection, and inner truth
• the most vulnerable organ energetically

Because the Heart houses the Shen, it must be protected, calmed, and nourished. This is why emotional shock, betrayal, grief, or sudden change can “scatter the Shen” and create symptoms like:
• anxiety
• insomnia
• palpitations
• emotional fragility
• feeling “not in your body”

So in this worldview, the Heart is tender because it is the home of your deepest self.

Energy healing view
Many energy traditions describe the heart chakra (Anahata) as:
• the centre of compassion
• the bridge between the physical and spiritual
• the place where we feel love, loss, longing, and connection

Tenderness is not weakness here — it’s sensitivity, openness, and permeability. The heart feels everything.

🔥 2. “Yet the light of our light is so powerful it can vaporise anything”
This is the other half of the paradox.

Chinese Medicine view
Although the Heart is tender, it is also the source of the body’s most refined Qi.

The Shen (spirit) is described as:
• luminous
• radiant
• expansive
• capable of illuminating all things

A strong Shen can:
• dissolve confusion
• burn through illusion
• clarify purpose
• restore coherence to the whole system

This is the “light” your teacher is referring to — the radiance of consciousness itself.

Energy healing view
In many spiritual traditions, the heart is not just emotional — it is energetic fire.

The heart chakra is associated with:
• unconditional love
• transmutation
• compassion that dissolves fear
• light that reveals truth
• energy that can “burn away” what is not aligned

This is not literal vaporisation — it’s energetic transformation.
Love, in this sense, is not soft. It is fierce, clarifying, and purifying.

It can “vaporise”:
• old patterns
• emotional blockages
• fear
• shame
• energetic stagnation
• self limiting beliefs

This is why many traditions say:
“The heart is both the softest and the strongest place in the human being.”

🌗 3. The paradox: soft + powerful at the same time
Chinese Medicine loves paradox — yin and yang are always intertwined.

The Heart as Yin
• tender
• receptive
• vulnerable
• sensitive
• open

The Heart as Yang
• radiant
• powerful
• transformative
• illuminating
• capable of dissolving darkness

The Heart is the meeting point of these two forces.
It is soft enough to feel and strong enough to transform.

This is why the teacher calls it a paradox."

*****
(end of AI).

If you're reading this Johanna, I hope you feel AI has captured the deeper sentiments accurately. I am certainly enjoying contemplating these words in greater depth, and wanted to keep the response for further contemplation, hence posting it here.

From my heart to yours,
With love,
Jacqui x

Exposing VulnerabilityI have been receiving such lovely messages of support and gratitude from people. People thank me f...
06/01/2026

Exposing Vulnerability

I have been receiving such lovely messages of support and gratitude from people. People thank me for being so open and sharing my journey; for setting an example, and providing inspiration.

I set out to share my story in the hope that facing my own challenges in a more public way, might support others who are also facing significant challenge (whether breast cancer, or any other general ‘life’ challenge)

I am still surprised however when people send messages of thanks, and detail what is changing in their lives. It’s such early days for me to share, and to consider it’s having impact already warms my heart. After all, we are all in this together… human beings growing, learning and evolving, to be the very best versions of ourselves we can be!

I must confess, usually my posts are easy to write and share. They don’t feel overly exposing, and I don’t really consider myself brave… it just feels natural for me to share in this way.

Today’s writing however has me squirming in my seat!

In my last post I alluded to having a realisation while working down Lygon St recently.
This sharing does make feel incredibly vulnerable, as it’s an issue of the heart.

All my life I have had poor posture, hunched forward not only from the shoulders, but also from my waist. I suspect I adapted this posture early on, likely mimicking the posture from someone close.
I also have a very tender heart, and even as a little child, things would touch my heart deeply. If there was a hurt or criticism or something harsh taking place, the wounding would pe*****te my heart deeply and literally ‘hurt’. And so, I suspect I came even a little more forward to protect this vulnerable, feeling space.
Then along came puberty and I grew very large breasts. As a young teenager, I didn’t understand the world properly, and while many if life probably hoped for bigger breasts, I felt cursed to grow such large ones. All I understood at that early age is that big breasts made people look, and who would want lots of people (particularly men) looking at your tender heart-space, and so, I came forward a little further. Add in my height, and I likely wanted to ‘come down’ to be with everyone else.
A curved-forward posture developed to protect the heart-space.

And so the years went by.

As I approached by 40th birthday, I was carrying some extra weight. I decided to follow a strict eating protocol and go to the gym. I lost the excess weight, grew stronger in my body and as a result felt fabulous and started to stand more upright.

One day, I remember walking down the street in a flattering floral dress (cinched at the waist). I felt so strong and healthy and noticed how upright I was. It was a wonderful moment. And then, a man walked around the corner and looked at my chest.
I didn’t even have time to cognise what was going on… I just noticed that my posture immediately changed. A protective mechanism kicked in and I hunched forward.

Now, I have no breasts. No even the slightest bump. And I am so very thin from my front chest to my back chest. To me, my upper body looks like that of old woman… slightly hunched forward and with a concave chest. And of course, as a vibrant 51 year old, who is reclaiming her strength and energy, that image shocks me in a most confronting way.

I found myself walking along the other day and reminding myself to “stand up straight”. But as I did so, my heart made itself known. For to stand up straight means exposing your heart. And to expose your heart is to be vulnerable. To be vulnerable in this most precious of spaces invokes fear. I didn’t consciously think this at the time, but now as I type this I wonder “what if the someone does wrong by my precious heart?”. No wonder I have wanted to protect this most precious part of myself.

I am nearly in tears as I write this now, as this will be possibly my biggest learning journey in this life.
To learn to be truly brave… to learn to stand up straight… to be comfortable with exposing my precious heart space… and to be prepared to defend my precious heart space.

It’s likely something deeper is unfolding, and I will come to understand it more fully in time. All I know right now is that I don’t want the posture of an old woman. I must learn to lift my heart!

And so it begins. I will learn to stand up straight, tall and proud. Who knows… perhaps having no breasts will make this an easier thing to achieve.

This post is less about posture and breasts… and more about our human evolutionary journey. How do each of us overcome the things which have held us back?
How do we learn to evolve fully – as is our birthright – to be the beautiful, precious, magnificent human being we are designed to be?

With love on this evolutionary journey,
Jacqui x


Happy New Year yoga friends!I have been resting and recovering well since I last posted.I am so very pleased my surgery ...
04/01/2026

Happy New Year yoga friends!

I have been resting and recovering well since I last posted.
I am so very pleased my surgery managed to be squeezed into 2025… and now, as 2026 begins to unfold, my focus is attuned to recovery, strength-building and health & wellbeing.

Every day I mostly feel a little more clear, strong, steady and stable. Some days however I feel sore, swollen and filled with fluid in what feels like all the wrong places. It’s the classic ‘two steps forward, one step back’ kind of scenario.

I giggle that the large, long wounds with stitches (where breasts used to be) barely hurt at all. And yet, just beneath these sites, to the sides of the ribcage, are two little incision points where drainage tubes were inserted. These still cause a lot of discomfort, even though the tubes were removed days ago. The right armpit (where lymph nodes were removed) is swollen and painful, as lymphatic fluid pools, working out where it should drain to now paths have been disrupted.

All in all, my spirits are high, and I can see the path of recovery before me. I am excited for the year ahead and can envisage great things occurring - genuinely!

We were fortunate to spend New Year’s Eve with four of our close friends in the country. Between the great food, sharing of stories, and laughing so hard (I had to check in the mirror several times to make sure I hadn’t burst my stitches!!), we each came up with a word we wanted to represent the year of 2026.

I chose NATURE, as being in nature helps calm my over-active nervous system. The word will also act as a reminder to be in nature as often as possible for healing, enjoyment and overall lifestyle balance. It will be both my intention (to ensure I visit places of great beauty) and my medicine (to harmonise body, mind and soul).

My friends also had beautiful words they chose, each unique to what they hope for this coming year:
LOVE, FREEDOM, OPPORTUNITY, BREATH & GRATITUDE.

***

Aside from driving to the country to visit our friends on new year’s eve, today was my first foray into the world post-surgery. My husband and I went to Lygon St to Cinema Nova to watch the Pellegrini film, which was both superb and emotionally moving. We enjoyed lunch and a walk along the street. I did have a significant realisation as I was walking along, but given this post is long enough already, I shall save that sentiment for tomorrow.

(P.S. I did burst into tears when I put this dress on today, as it was such a shock from how I last looked when I wore it. I had no idea the change in body image was going to distress me - I thought I would be totally fine with it - but from time to time it does, even though there's a part of me excited by the freedom of a small chest. I suppose it's the fact that breasts are now completely non-existent, as opposed to small, which is the challenging part to adapt to).

I am hoping 2026 will be a wonderful year for you all.
With love,
Jacqui x

Oh gee… recovering from surgery… feeling fluid pool around my surgical sites… feeling nerve pain as communications seemi...
29/12/2025

Oh gee… recovering from surgery… feeling fluid pool around my surgical sites… feeling nerve pain as communications seemingly fire into an abyss… ‘feeling’ breasts which are no longer there, wondering how on earth my body will know what to with all of ‘this’ new change; how will it cope… and then these, beautiful, powerful words appear in my FB feed.

Such powerful writing, delivered to me in a time of great need.
Gee I love it when the algorithms work in our favour.

Bless the intelligent and insightful woman who wrote these words!

https://www.facebook.com/share/19QdNozvwD/?mibextid=wwXIfr

We often speak of surgery as though it were a single chapter with clean edges. The date is circled on the calendar, an incision is made and closed, and a problem is addressed and resolved. The before and after are neatly divided by stitches and time. But the body does not experience surgery this way. The body experiences surgery as a shift in its inner terrain, as though a familiar landscape has been altered overnight. The river that once ran freely now curves around new terrain, learning its new shape.

In previous posts, I have talked about the quiet river system that lives beneath the skin, one that most people are never taught to notice unless something interrupts it. The lymphatic system. It does not announce itself with a pulse or rush forward with force. It moves slowly, and patiently, guided by breath, subtle movement, and a sense of safety. It is less like a current and more like a tide, responding to the rhythms of the whole body. When surgery enters this landscape, that tide is changed.

Surgery not only passes through skin and muscle, but it also crosses pathways of flow. Delicate lymphatic vessels may be cut, cauterized, or stunned. Nodes may be disturbed or asked to take on new roles. Fascia, the great connective web that binds and communicates, is opened, shifted, stitched, and often healed into unfamiliar patterns. Nerves that once spoke freely may soften their voice or change their language altogether. The body reorganizes itself around the experience because survival demands adaptation.

Unlike blood vessels, lymphatic vessels are not always repaired or reconnected. The body compensates as it always does, finding alternate routes, creating workarounds, and learning how to carry on. But adaptation does not always come with ease.

Scar tissue, so often treated as a surface concern, tells a much deeper story. A scar is not simply healed skin; it is a place where layers that once glided now hesitate. Where fascia holds more tightly, and where lymph slows, reroutes, or pools. When a familiar pathway is disrupted, the body does not panic. It listens. Like water meeting an obstacle, it softens and begins to trace new lines through the landscape. Swelling that gathers in unexpected places is not a mistake. It is a quiet act of problem-solving, guided by survival and care.

This is why someone can say, even years after a C-section, an appendectomy, breast surgery, orthopedic repair, or abdominal procedure, “I healed, but I was never the same.”

So here is something to think about. The lymphatic system does not exist alone. It is woven deeply into the nervous system. Surgery is not only a mechanical event but also a biological and neurological one. The body remembers the invasion, the anesthesia, the vulnerability, even when the mind has moved on. If the nervous system remains protective, lymphatic vessels remain guarded. Flow slows. Inflammation lingers, and the tissues struggle.

This is why aggressive approaches often fall flat in post-surgical bodies. The system does not need to be forced open; it requires touch that reassures the nervous system that it is no longer under threat.

The good news is this. While scars cannot be erased, function can be restored. Communication can be reestablished, and flow can improve. The body is not broken; it is adaptive, responsive, and profoundly wise. Given the right conditions, the lymphatic system can learn new pathways, rehydrate tissues, and relieve the burden it has been quietly carrying for years.

Healing is not about undoing what was done. It is about listening to what changed. It is about restoring movement to the quiet rivers beneath the skin and honoring the tissues that adapted to protect you. This is where a bodyworker trained in fascia and lymphatic work becomes essential. Not to force the body back into shape, but to understand its language. To recognize where flow has slowed, where fascia is holding history, and where the nervous system is still standing guard. With a skilled, patient, and informed touch, the body is reminded that it no longer has to brace and that it is once again allowed to move toward ease.

29/12/2025

The liberation from, and the grief experienced, by having breasts surgically removed.

After my recent breast cancer diagnosis, and given the tumour I had was large, I was completely at ease with electing to have a double mastectomy. After all, with breasts my size (G cup), I couldn’t imagine having one breast removed and being left to carry the uneven weight of the other. I contemplated the strain on my back and neck if I kept one breast and tried to manage that imbalance on an ongoing basis.

I declined the offered reconstructions. No part of me wanted silicon implants inserted into my body (even though they now fill them with saline in case they burst, I wasn’t comfortable with the idea of the silicon coating being inserted into my body). I didn’t know this at the time, but apparently artificial breasts are not ‘forever’… they need replacing every 10-15 years. More surgeries. No thank you!

They can also do natural reconstructions, where they take tissue from your abdominal or inner thigh areas to reconstruct a breast shape. I’m all for women having choices, but for me, the surgical sites for each breast removal was enough to consider. I did not want to also deal with another part of my body being wounded and needing to recover.

As a 51 year old happily married woman, who has breast fed 3 babies (all now delightful adults), I was totally ok with saying goodbye to my breasts and going completely flat.

Drawing on yoga philosophy, I reminded myself “I am not these breasts” and “I am not this body”. I am the CONSCIOUSNESS within my body and I have my intellect and my emotions and this form which I inhabit.

It seemed such an easy decision to make.
It WAS an easy decision to make.
I don’t regret the decision I made.
And if you turned back time and asked me would I choose the same again, the answer would be “yes”.

The shock however is real!
There is a sense of grief in losing my breasts which I didn’t anticipate.
My new ‘shape’ is hard to reconcile.

The top half of me is so narrow! I am completely shocked by how little space there is between my front ribs and back ribs. My belly is still bloated from the drugs, so this doesn’t help… so thin at the top, so round down below. And the stiches, which pretty much extend from one underarm to the other – at the top of the rib-cage level – with a small gap of a few centimetres in the middle, are extensive, and they pull me forward in a protective stance, so I am bent over and can’t quite stand up straight. This does not help the postural look.

At any rate, I will recover. Soon I will be able to stand up properly, and the rehab work can begin.

I’m glad I have yoga philosophy to draw on. I KNOW I am far more than this body, and yet it’s still an enormous shock to lay eyes on the changes I agreed to (and in fact, advocated for!).

In time I look forward to resuming my yoga practice. For now, it’s gradual physical rehab, walking and bodily visualisations (healing) which I’m working with. Soon I’ll add in meditation and breathwork. And from there I will gradually expand as my body is ready.

I’m pleased my sense of Self is so strong. I’m guessing I’ll have an easier journey than most in adapting. But I’m also shocked at how confronted and challenged I am, and I feel for other women who also go through such a thing. It’s big!

We are spiritual beings, living within the physical form. Even if our philosophical understanding is broad and deep, we still inhabit and identify with this body. It’s a lot to integrate.

Life however goes on. We adjust and adapt. We move through the stages. And making the very most of life and the opportunities before us is all that we can do.

I am reassured by the very first image which came to me as I awoke from my first sleep after the surgery and anaesthetic. I could see myself… curly hair… a sparkle in my eyes… laughing, wearing a black off-the-shoulder top… and I was ready to dance… preparing to ‘shimm’y my shoulders with great ease… no large breasts to jiggle and weigh me down… a feeling of freedom and ease.

What a beautiful image for my sub-conscious to put forward as I was waking up to embark on this healing journey. It’s an image I won’t forget… and the freedom of dancing unencumbered is alluring. I will hold it dear to my heart!

Perhaps I’ll see you on a dance floor sometime soon.

With love and humility,
Jacqui xx


28/12/2025

Spiritual lessons from the Hospital ward

One thing I’ve learned about being in hospital is that nothing is private.

Aside from doctors and nurses inspecting and asking about every part of you and your bodily functions, they also stand around and discuss your current state of affairs, or handover situation, in front of your hospital room mate and visitors and whoever else is within earshot.

I stayed for 2 nights in hospital after my recent double-mastectomy, and I learned things about my ‘room mate’ that I probably shouldn’t have come to know.

I heard her conversations and phone calls to loved ones, where she continually expressed reservations about having her upcoming surgery. In fact, it was more than a reservation… she had essentially changed her mind and didn’t want her scheduled surgery any more.

She was an older woman, perhaps about 80, and she’d already undergone several surgeries. He next significant surgery – scheduled for the very next day – was life extending, not a cure. I had already overheard her many times share with people that if she had have known the pain and complications from the earlier surgeries, that she wouldn’t have had them… that it would have been better to continue on as she had been, until she met her end.

And yet here she was in hospital, surgery scheduled for the next day, an entire team of surgeons standing around her bed going through the significant risks for her surgery and talking about possibly and likely complications, and the various stages and likelihoods for her life ending.

She voiced to the doctors she wasn’t sure she wanted to go through with the next surgery, but then she gave her power away and asked them what they would do in her situation. They didn’t answer directly, but revisited all of the reasons why surgery MIGHT be helpful. Keep in mind this is a team of doctors all primed for complicated surgery the very next day. We’d all like to think their advice isn’t biased, but it likely was. Could you imagine the scheduling complications from their perspective if this surgery got cancelled at the 11th hour?!

I had to bite my tongue as there was a very real part of me that wanted to speak out to her (we were metres away and had been chatting earlier) I wanted to encourage her to hear her own words she continually repeated, and to hold her power, and to make her own decision… but it just didn’t feel right to do so, and so I remained quiet, but felt a sadness creep over me that she couldn’t not honour her own deep knowing.

The next sadness was worse.

I listened as her adult daughter (about my age) made a surprise visit to her mum. They chatted for a while, the daughter sharing hope and forward plans, and then it came time for the daughter to leave.
As she bent to kiss her mum goodbye and wish her luck for the surgery, she said, “I wish that you could forgive me Mum”.

There was an awkward pause and the mum replied “Well, apparently both sides are to blame”, to which the daughter responded “But it would be really nice to hear you say the words you forgive me Mum”.

… and then came the clincher…

“Yes, I suppose it would, wouldn’t it” replied the mum.

An awkward pause.

The daughter said goodbye and left.

Silenced remained, and the words were left unsaid.

I lay in my bed, metres away, almost feeling my heart crack.

The daughter requesting forgiveness for some past wrong.
The mum who was likely not going to survive the surgery or the months that followed.
Forgiveness requested.
Forgiveness not granted.
An opportunity for growth and healing presented.
The opportunity for growth and healing refused.

Sad. So sad.

Perhaps it’s easy for an outsider. I didn’t know the players…and I had no idea of the past play. But I do know that the Universe provided an opportunity for growth, healing and repair…and it was not taken.

Heartbreaking to bear witness to… but like all things… the Universe will continue to present opportunities for lessons to be learned and opportunities for healing. I hope the mother survives her surgery and the mother/daughter can resolve their issue in this life… otherwise it will carry over into their next lives, and present again.
(Keep in mind the ancient wisdom teachings indicate we reincarnate with the same soul group - each taking on a different role in the next life – time and time again, in order that we can all grow and evolve together).

Moral of the story for us all…

Is there forgiveness we could offer?
Is there known healing to be done?
Have we resolved any outstanding big life issues? (even more important if we know this life is coming to a close).

Be brave. Take the leap. Discuss the thing. Have the conversation. Release and heal. Let go and forgive. Evolve... for it’s what we are all here to do!

With love,
Jacqui x

26/12/2025

Dear Yoga friends
I live!!
I find myself on the 'other side' of surgery for breast cancer, and today (4 days post surgery) is the day where I'm starting to feel well again. I still have drainage tubes connected to the sides of me, so I walk around with a 'handbag' filled with vessels to connect my excess bodily fluids (sorry, possibly over-sharing 😅)

I'm in a little bit of pain, but not too much, and I'm really looking forward to when I can start to move and stretch - just a little bit - so that I can unwind my spine and open my chest. Everything just feels so hunched over at present as I sub-consciously try to protect this wounded area, and also deal with the practicality of having so many stitches which won't want to be stretched (& rightly so!).

I hope you've all had a wonderful Christmas with your families and loved ones... and I'm looking forward to sharing more yoga related chats with you in the future.

For now, big LOVE,
Jacqui xx

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