Towards the infinity. The story of how a little bird locked up in its cage became a Man and took Flight

Towards the infinity. The story of how a little bird locked up in its cage became a Man and took Flight
Sara Carretta*

«The alleged hidden person is also in sight
and likely to be noticed,
indeed it is a part of what any event offers
to those who know how to look»
James Hillman

«Give me a verb and a word that you like
and I leave for the many unknown worlds that I have inside.
I long to reveal them,
to reveal my way of seeing them... »
R.

This writing begins with an epilogue, which announces itself with an unexpected phone call. It was ten in the morning on a hot June day, when my cell phone rang and Elena’s number appeared on the display. It was Renato’s daughter. I had saved Elena’s contact in my address book because Renato, a patient of mine, had previously used it to contact me on the occasion of one of his umpteenth misadventures with his telephone. I therefore expected to hear his voice, I would be on the verge of starting with a joke, if a sense of concern did not run through me. His young daughter introduced herself, and I almost urged her with my answer: «Good morning, Elena, tell me, has something happened?». With a cracked voice, she whispered: «I have to give you some bad news… Unfortunately, dad didn’t make it». «In what sense? I do not understand! ». For a moment I clang to an impossible search for logic: Renato suffered from many problems, some of which had been exacerbating in recent years, but… which of these had worsened to the point that he could not contact me personally? But Elena left no further space for my defences: «He passed away last night, suddenly, perhaps due to breathing difficulties. It was not possible to revive him».
Incredulous, after having received the information regarding the funeral, I expressed my heartfelt condolences and farewells, I remained silent, absorbed by a sense of suspension coming from deep within. Then, a deep pain made its way into my soul, the contours of which gradually became clearer. I was almost immediately disturbed by the memory of an unrealized premonition, which in an unreal and rarefied time turned into certainty. During our last meeting, which had taken place five days earlier, Renato, honouring the consolidated agreement to bring the transcription of his weekly reflections into our meetings, had read to me and given me a writing that had deeply affected me. I had expressed sincere admiration for it. I took it back and scrolled through his precise words, so unusually ordered and clear, whose meaning seemed to expand into a transcendent and absolute time. I experienced a feeling of amazement, a mix between an irrational sense of relief and a pain of loss: Renato's Soul knew when he wrote it - and he was getting ready.
This article aims to honour Renato's complex human history and, if possible, his memory, focusing on restoring dignity and visibility to his most difficult challenge: the life together with the one he defined as "the invisible friend" or "the uncatchable 'beep-beep' (which, in one of his linguistic games, saw him ironically identifying himself with the eternally defeated Willy the Coyote): the bipolar disorder, which had accompanied him for a long stretch of life, but which was diagnosed only eight years earlier.
During the therapy Renato expressed in various ways his wish to bear witness to his experience to other people affected by the same illness starting from the moment of the diagnosis, experienced as liberating, to the suffering that preceded it and followed it. Thanks to the therapeutic work, Renato learned to painfully accept the aspects of himself that he hated most and to accept with greater awareness the profound value of the effort he made in living with his illness despite being supported by severe pharmacological therapy. Alongside his bipolar disorder, Renato faced various somatic pathologies consistent with his deeply divided psychosomatic structure. «From an ecobiopsychological perspective, somatization is a process that communicates, through symptoms, the contents of the unconscious to the psychosoma, which correspond to traumatic experiences that occurred in primary age; dissociative experiences that occurred in a phase of life in which the adequate cognitive structures are not present to process the trauma. In fact, we refer to primary traumas inserted into the psychosomatic matrix starting from gestational life» (Remotti, 2020, p. 17).
Nonetheless, the afflictions of the body and the mind were unable to clip the wings of his imagination, nor could they calm the pressing expression of his feelings, narrated with a disheveled genius and aimed at seeking lost senses, hidden behind improvised rhymes and charades, quivering like the arms of a child who eternally chases a bird on the lawn of a distant childhood.
I met Renato for the first time towards the end of 2016, at the mental health center of our city. He had been in group therapy for about ten months, but he had requested to move on to a personal path. I was entrusted with taking charge of him. At the time, Renato was 46 years old. He was a tall, thin man, with untamed graying hair that framed his thin face on which two large blue eyes stood out. The same eyes that according to his wife Silvia, could give quite flirty glances.
When I asked him why he had decided to interrupt the group therapy program, he frankly stated that the atmosphere he was experiencing was too full of negative emotions while he, every now and then, liked to throw out some joking provocation, to see what would happen. «And what happened?». I asked him. «Nothing! Nobody speaks. They're all worse off than me! No doors open and the silence is deafening. So what can I do? I like to give my contribution, so I keep on talking».
Renato immediately presented himself with good-natured frankness, defensively mocking his most obvious characteristics, first and foremost his need to tell stories. Referring to this, he said to me: «Just say one word to me and I can construct an entire speech! I can even talk for one hour without stopping! Doctor, you can block me if you see that I don't stop during the session, otherwise we'll end up at night». I reassured Renato, telling him that we would certainly find a way to keep our talks within a reasonable time, observing that these aspects of unstoppable talk are quite common in the manic phase of the bipolar disorder from which he suffered. As I had the opportunity to learn more from that day, Renato actually could engage in long narratives, debate the most varied topics and, as I later discovered, instantly compose long rhyming poems, sometimes inviting the interlocutor to give him the incipit with a word at will. I wondered what dramatic events were hidden behind the exuberance that the manic aspect excessively accentuated and what the intensity of the depressive moments could be. What excesses would I have encountered? Where did his disorder come from? That is to say, what constellation of events frayed and interrupted the fabric of his psychological continuity? More than ever, I felt the need, well known in ecobiopsychological practice, to know Renato's biographical history in order to transform it into a "lived novel" (Frigoli, 2017). With him, the anamnestic collection suddenly became a terrain of relationship and therapeutic alliance. During our meetings, it seemed that he had an intense desire to tell more things at once, almost as if he were overturning a basket of knotted skeins to be unrolled, with threads of evidently different colors but also all to be untangled.
Inspired by this key point of ecobiopsychological practice and coagulating my internal images and questions, I gave voice to a working hypothesis. I explained to Renato that we would explore his past together to understand what experiences might have made him suffer, and try to reconstruct the history of the land on which his roots rested. Renato listened to me fascinated, with his mouth half open as if to take a breath before diving into an imaginary dive into the depths. Sighing, he told me that it was a «steep terrain». Many times he had thought back to his childhood years, «there had been bad things and good things», but it was as an adult that he had done «terrible things».
Renato's previous exuberance seemed to deflate before my eyes as if a huge invisible boulder had rested on his shoulders, descending from above to compress his column. Could you tell me one of those things? «Ah well» – he began as if he wanted to distance himself from the enormity he was about to say – «I was even capable to ruin a shop I owned. I managed it badly, madly, and I squandered everything». I discovered that he had used an inheritance to open the business of his dreams, a bakery, the result of what he had learned and loved while studying at the hotel school. Then disorderly years followed, he often changed jobs. He added that the diagnosis of the bipolar disorder had changed his life: it had given a meaning, a handle to cling to in order to explain to himself and maintain before his wife and children that what he had done came from irrepressible impulses, from which he could finally try to disidentify. It wasn't him, but "beep-beep", "the Bipolar", that invisible entity that had stolen his breath and inflated it by shooting it into the air to throw it back down like an emptied sack. Yet, that explanation did not ease his pain.
In an outpouring of memories ridden by contrasting emotions, as in a sort of imaginary digression along the axis of time, a distant reminiscence emerged in one of the first sessions. When he was young, he did not like studying and staying at home doing homework. Even if his parents got angry, he used to run away to go and play with a little girl who lived in the house next to his. «I took refuge behind this little girl. If I had to leave that place, it was as if I had nothing left». They enjoyed chasing the geese in the farmyard and the birds in the sky, imitating their flights and laughing out loud. He added that perhaps he would never feel so free again. Connecting to that memory and to those words which, in my feeling, gave an underlying coherence to the interweaving of fantasies and narratives that had occurred, I said that we would take care, together, to understand why that little bird had ended up in the cage. And if possible, we would help it get out of it once understood that its free flight would not have been dangerous: he had to learn to know himself, his limits, in short: who he really was. At those words Renato was moved.
He came from a family of humble origins and was the last born of six children. He remembered that the relationship with his parents was very complex and that his exuberance gave him a hard time because he was "undisciplined”. «I didn't know how to follow the rules. I didn't follow them at all». Around the age of ten, his family moved closer to the city and Renato had to say goodbye forever to the geese, the roaming around and, perhaps, his childhood.
The middle school in a completely different and alienating environment was dramatic for him. On one occasion, he said: «It was a shock. The events of that year make me understand the bipolar people a lot», showing, with his reflection, that he was beginning to reconnect and recognise, in all probability, those moments of solitary and lost pain. To better explain, he added: «It was like wanting to talk and not knowing whom to».
After the middle school he attended a vocational institute and subsequently carried out various tasks in different working fields. When he was 21 his father died. With his share of inheritance Renato bought a bakery and began producing his own bread. At 27 he got married to Silvia («I was a talking cricket, she was the goodness I didn't have»). After a few years, their children, Corrado and Elena, were born a short distance from each other. When Elena was a few years old, her mother also died due to a recurrence of lung cancer.
As I got to know Renato, I realized that when I listened to him recount ancient memories and current episodes in succession, I ended up being confused by their tangle, represented by the alternation of dramatic moments with grotesque events, on which his excesses and many inconsistencies also weighed all experiencing relationship difficulties and family experiences that they could not understand. Sometimes I had to struggle to follow his narrative thread, but I felt that his intense emotional contents were pressing behind his pirouetting speeches: there was a hidden world to be given coherent form and something deeper, which had found no other way out other than darting out as a pathological excess.
His imaginative language was, at the same time, demanding, as it required constant interventions of cognitive calibration and signification, and fertile, as it favored a common and abundant harvest of connections. I told Renato that by seeking symbolic relationships between the various aspects of his history from which his illness took shape and meaning, we would together find a «sense of unitary existential planning, hidden by the unconscious problems that ended up “breaking” the patient’s soul». (Frigoli, 2007, p. 155).
Although it was impossible to establish with certainty the date of the onset of the manic-depressive disorder, Renato brought to attention some significant events in his history, which occurred in a relatively short period of time. The year following his father's death from intestinal cancer, at the age of 25 Renato was diagnosed with an osteoid osteoma in the spine in 18 places. He was operated on for an infection of the bone in the L1 vertebra, in the only position that caused him pain, thanks to which, in fact, the diagnosis was reached. To connect some implications deeply linked, from a psychosomatic point of view, to that section of the spine, I pointed out to Renato that the spine has different functions: stability, flexibility, freedom and height. The lumbar part, in particular, is the repository of symbolic aspects as a junction between the instinctual parts and the more emotional and relational ones, connected to the thoracic and cervical portions. That osteoma, which was articulated along the structure of the column, and which concretely affected the bone, declared on the infrared side the profound difficulty and blockage of the instinctual parts that Renato had experienced, probably since early childhood, and on the psychic (ultraviolet) level, where "standing" in the ultraviolet context would be designated in the sense of standing up and moving freely and autonomously in his own existence, had been concretely threatened in the supporting structure of Renato's physical body. This process, which undermined his bone, and therefore the structural, component, continued throughout his life with arthrosis of both hips and knees.
I observed that in that same period Renato began to contaminate what could have become his way of declaring himself and walking as a personal realization: that is, the bakery shop, whose casual management, disconnected from the more practical and concrete aspects, forced him to close the doors. I thought back to that image in which I had almost seen him crumple under the weight of that evoked memory.
Renato listened carefully, but my interventions had to be short and precise, especially at the beginning. He had too many things to tell, but our relationship quickly granted me the permission to interrupt it and expressly solicit connections, through questions with the aim of guiding him to explain his narrative with greater clarity and reflect on his emotions. I often asked him to "translate" for me those connections that he took for granted, pointing out that not having the same starting information as him, I could run into misunderstandings similar to those he complained about in his current relationships. Little by little, step by step we reconstructed various small daily critical issues, mapping their connections, sometimes represented by an emotion, other times by an experience, which often had a similar response in moments of childhood. With the idea of containing and reordering the flow of Renato's narratives and, as far as possible, his overflowing narrative energy, I began to think about writing, not only because, like dreams, it reveals the psychic reality of the writer by shaping a sort of unconscious autobiography (Barbieri, 2004), but also for the peculiar characteristics of an expressive tool with restructuring, metamorphic and biological values ??at the same time, ideal for mediating, reordering and "binding" the internal world (Ferrari, 1994). Renato enthusiastically agreed to my proposal. From then on he always showed up at sessions with stacks of numbered papers so he could quickly reconstruct the order as he read them. He used paper recovered from the most varied sources: yellowed notepads, old calendars, pages of notes from his children, he was used to recycle in the back room. I pointed out to him that it would have been convenient for him to keep his writings in a more orderly way if he had purchased a notebook, which would also preserve a chronological order. But to my words Renato looked amazed and desolate, as if I were asking him an impossible request, and said to me: «But no, I would forget the notebook somewhere. With the papers I feel freer and then I could leave them to you». However, he almost always made the effort to remember the date. Thereafter, I became a sort of archive for him, a symbolic container of his fragments which were reunited in a "safe place", to be found when necessary.
In one of his first writings, he presented quite a number of the themes that we had rearranged and re-explored at length during the therapy: «Man. Poor man and... what can I say! Let's see: the varicose veins, the hips, the knee and the humerus with arthrosis, the pain in the back, the teeth falling out ... Every day there is a new one and every time enough is enough! What do you think, Sara? I have a lot of weight! Distinguishing good from evil: in other words, listening to my conscience (and who can do without it!). Living like this from day to day. It's this telling me that leads me to undress right now. I believe that the only answer is to project myself towards the other (anyone)... for free. I feel so clever when there is something to gain. Silvia tells me that it is a personal matter... and how could I blame her. In life (which is not mine!) I have always looked for something new: “getting a thank you”, excelling in something, looking for something to steal from others! The up and down took my hand (but I didn't go far). I have made the choice to talk to someone who would listen to me as I am (and that's a great gift!). There would be so much to say; but who would have thought to find it within these four walls? Does Sara know that revealing yourself isn't for everyone?».
His reflections gradually became clearer and more fluent. Renato never ceased to amaze me because he often brought brilliant intuitions, which had long been condemned to remain in a raw state since, in the years of his primary education, they had perhaps never found cognitive validations that educated and conveyed their transformation into a more concrete and directed thought.
Over the years I was able to see, and therefore report to him, how the therapeutic work was teaching him not only to write in more complete ways, but also to bring highly ambivalent emotions to light. For a long time, Renato expressed a deep and painful sense of shame, even more tormented, paradoxically, by the understanding affection of his wife, who had not left him even in the most difficult moments. He was very grateful to her as she had stood by him long before the disorder was diagnosed. However, when he talked about it, he seemed to cower crushed beneath that invisible weight on his shoulders, for him represented by the goodness of his life partner, an unattainable model and too distant from his internal strengths.
For Renato, the comparison of his fragility with his own grandiose parts was a source of profound suffering. In a mirrored unconscious game of opposites, he measured himself, with pain and anger, with the "good" aspects of his family members, ending up feeling broken in his guilty inadequacy. In addition to his wife's goodness («I don't want to idealize her, but she has given me so much. If I wanted I could destroy her, as I have always destroyed everything. But I want to follow her sowing of goodness, I want to enter that glimmer and breathe into it»), he admired his daughter’s ability to be introspective, creative and to set limits («She knows how to take charge, I don't. She knows how to express herself, even with a small drawing»), and his son’s will to complete his difficult course of studies («He loves me and he looks like me. Or maybe not, he doesn't look like me because I've never known how to be tenacious»). The family, with its daily dynamics, was often the subject of internal conflicts, where the threads of the unconscious tugged Renato into dark and remote experiences from which he re-emerged with exasperated stances and provocative attitudes, aimed at protecting him defensively from the risk of being regimented and locked into patterns of expected behavior, which reawakened his sense of weakness. Following a particularly intense meeting, after about six months he wrote: «It's a stone in the pond! That word he said, “provocateur”! I couldn’t believe it, I had never thought about it. also thinking about the family when I always believe I'm right and defend my space with drawn sword. Like a high wall, where I am the only one to make a leap while the others do not. Anyone needs to stay out of it. I would like to talk about the Bipolar... it's too convenient, don't you think Sara? Help me, please. Even today I struggle to accept that Renato is always ready to exploit every situation. And here I often highlight my positive and equally the opposite in the other. Like those low blows that hurt a lot in couples. The mediation: how difficult it is! The truth: sometimes I don’t tell the truth, not even to myself. It's incredible. Right before, we started discussing about my new phone. The idea that comes across is that Renato often doesn't care about things because he always wants to change them. And as a consequence, many doubts arise because I actually broke a lot of them in the past. I feel like I have no weapons to respond. I feel overwhelmed and anger explodes. Of course, coming here is all simpler... laying myself bare in front of you and myself. Sometimes inside me, I get loaded and I explode to then I tolerate it. Sometimes it's like learning tolerance. It goes quite well with the children! I try to breathe a lot of availability. I am ready to encourage them. I want to be a healthy and wrong-way Bipolar for them. Like a friend to be accepted at all times. It's time to stop digging up, it's not easy to accept what I’ve said».
In truth, our work of “digging” continued and several times I gave credit to Renato who never shied away from it. He relied a lot on therapy and in consideration of his commitment, which was not to be taken for granted in the presence of a disorder like his, after a few months I found it spontaneous and natural to suggest him to address each other informally. This request of mine almost moved him, as always did the welcoming gestures of his person as well as the recognition of his qualities and his special way of being creative. In his depressive moments, Renato clung to therapy as a space of meaning and guidance. He understood that the central dimension of our work consisted in setting aside the diagnosis and working on his life. Once, when he asked me "how to treat the Bipolar", I told him that Ecobiopsychology teaches us that the patient is a vital being with a soul! Behind the disorder there was his soul that we should have patiently and assiduously freed, eliminating the suffering and lightening the burdens. Renato began to allow himself to consider that the feelings he was capable of were profoundly poetic. They took the form of creative and singular acts, such as when he decided to look for and collect a large number of four-leaf clovers to donate as good luck charms. He understood that the cognitive dimension, never coagulated and oriented in childhood and apparently lost because of his illness, could be recovered and express the strength of his inner instances. Faced with the inspired verses with which, unaware, he proposed profoundly symbolic contents, I often took the opportunity to exalt their preciousness, underlining that my therapeutic approach made use of the instrument of vital analogy to access the unconscious and its varied images, such as also the history of the world and of Nature, which for an incessant time continue to be represented in our forms, both psychic and corporeal (Frigoli, 2017). The references to Nature struck him greatly, as did the idea of being mysteriously linked to other human beings and at the same time having together with them a relationship with the world, as a living manifestation of a single great Design that extended beyond the boundaries of current times, in an imperishable continuity that resonated with the faith to which he always tried to return. His mind seemed to open up infinitely and reason, slowly overcoming the closure of that indefiniteness that had troubled him and locked him up in a painful and sick body. In the therapeutic work of reconciling the different parts, the theme of bipolar disorder and that of excesses led him to confront himself more intimately and to grasp the profound weight of an increasingly pressing question: what is the meaning?
«And the pen goes at full speed, but where to? About the body I've always had on me: I don't like it, I don't accept it just as I hate the anxiety I have to carry with me. Anxiety kills inside. And when the loosening of a lump in the throat is triggered, that constant Bipolar that is always separate but always present, re-emerges. Obsessive compulsive ready to peep out like the sun that at sunset magically gives way to the silvery moon. I just wanted a life of healthy principles, of ideals, ready to help others. And in this paradox I didn't understand how to help myself. In that hated body, full of defects without savoring good and sincere qualities. I smell, I taste the skin from head to toe and in every part of the body I look for something that belongs to me. Since I was a child, the body has been a great unknown to me. Like entering an unknown forest to feel every plant or living being. How much fear but how much hope for a new experience. Feel within yourself that you have the weapons to filter, accept and enjoy a life that is never extinguished and always called in the present moment. And now I dissolve without hesitation or subterfuge: I have hidden myself from male and female saints behind the mask of the Catholic traveler. It is always that I AM that emerges from within and without. Sara, you know me so much, oh, and you know how much I cried. And how I lifted the veils from the tongue and its hairs. It's not a simple rhyme but it's digging inside, it's what I feel. Renato must melt into a burst of joy. And the self-irony that has gradually invaded me inside and out over these years is a new light and a powerful weapon. You know that I like tinkering in the kitchen, in the kitchen where each ingredient has its precise role. And woe if you don't know it! I want to be a good ingredient too, Sara. Pasta is not good if it lacks salt. How difficult it is to be the salt of the earth, as it is written somewhere. As it is saying thank you to the One who created you. How easy it is to forget, do you agree? And even now I continue to rake in my heart, in the present moment. Yes, because it is the only one that belongs to us».
Over the years his writings became increasingly open to the search for his own interior infinity, expressing touching and evocative analogies and suggestions.
«The urge to grasp Life. Indeed, to welcome it as it is and not as I would like it to be. And it is day by day, moment by moment that I want to build it. You know, Sara, I grab the pen as if it were a stick to hold on to! Bathed in the sun. Like bouquets of roses and violets I abandon myself to the ephemeral spring, from morning to evening. And it is a reminder that every year, in a natural cycle, drowns me in joy and true peace. And I dig, I dig as always to find the key to the problem. I breathe and relive my childhood spent with a friend in the celebration of always enchanted nature. Here is the sun, always present, never absent. It extends its warm and luminous arms always ready to give life; and does it seem little to you? How many times have I neglected Nature, I have paid dearly for it... God forgives, Nature does not. I have never digested this verdict. What is missing? The man who says “yes”. I'm still trying. Just let yourself be guided by It and not the other way around. If I betray it, I deny myself. And a simple verb flashes in my mind and heart, almost banal, but certainly the spice of my life: to trust and rely on, as the only Project of Life".
In the last year Renato seemed to be inspired by a cosmic vision thanks to what is possible to be recognized as an opening that his Self made available for a transformation of his Ego: «I don't grasp His design with my hands or feet, but if you sit and look at the midday sun, which explodes and does not corrode, you thank Him who put it there. I want to scream to leave my Ego in a room. You know well how much we have highlighted physical health, as well as the health of the soul and heart in all these sessions.».
Renato's history becomes a precious testimony of how «the constant search for the emotional and cognitive sense and the tune (attunement) between the aspects of infrared and ultraviolet, allows a continuous passage of the chronos time (the narration of facts), to the kairos time (the subjective sense of why events happened), up to the aion time, in which emotional events and concrete facts followed one another as an expression of a latent archetypal force, synchronically expressed in the destiny of that person» (Frigoli, 2017 , p. 191).
In May 2022, Renato left the scene as he loved, in a striking and unexpected way, but with the awareness that it had allowed him to read parts of his life clearly. Leaving a writing that came from deep inside him, like a message of anticipation, as the fulfilment of a Life. Recovering a deep soul part and preparing to conclude this fragment of his existence, working on therapy in the evocative experience of the subtle body, without the therapist himself knowing. The work he left behind represents, therefore, the legacy that Renato leaves behind for himself, for his illness and for therapy. And to his family: «And I see myself in the surrounding nature. It's beautiful, wonderful, what more could I want. It is like the One who created it, Sara, and I am part of it with all of myself. I then ask myself a nagging question that often leaves me perplexed. What is my role in all this? I see my body abandoning me and which I cannot do without. I cover it with attention, but it's not enough (it's worth saying: it turns his back on me!) It's not so much the physical pain... it's that you feel less than someone else. It seems like an endless life that folds in on itself. I learned Sara that life is made up of results, for better or for worse, more or less positive. I have chased many... in my family, then as a child at school, in our house with Silvia. I could never get enough of all the beautiful things around me. And those much loved and longed for ideals were a bit like sand in my hands. But then what can I do? Like a Light that was born inside me: Silvia's husband and lover, and the father. It is there, I believe, the hard core of my life, which is not mine, but of whoever gave it to me. Do you agree Sara? I think it's easy to talk about the past that no longer exists or the future that we don't know what it holds for us. The present (the only one we have) is here in this room, now, and we have to play it all. Let's leave aside all those frills, the illusions that sometimes leave us tired and incapable of a true and lasting project».
During the therapy, Renato's instincts were able to connect to the Logos and find the way to narrate his Novel, «leaving frills and illusions» and allowing him to reclaim, with love and rediscovered meaning, the Plot of his Destiny.

*Sara Carretta – ANEB Psychologist and Psychotherapist, EMDR therapist, in continuous training at the Supervision School of the ANEB Institute. Curator of the ANEB social area and collaborator of the MATERIA PRIMA magazine

Translated by Raffaella Restelli – Psychologist, member of the British Psychological Society (UK), Ecobiopsychological Counselor and expert in ANEB Psychosomatic Medicine. Linguist in ANEB Editorial area.

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