New adventures

As this goes out, I've just landed at Gatwick airport in the UK. I'll be staggering off the plane after a sleepless (unless a miracle occurred) flight. Nothing new there. We'll spend a week in London, which I've visited many times, but we're foregoing the usual tourist haunts. Instead we'll explore cemeteries like the one in Highgate where such disparate personalities as Karl Marx and George Michael are buried. 

Sure, I'll pop into a few of the usual bookstores like Waterstones and Foyles, but I'll also investigate Watkins, a special sort of bookshop that will help to inspire a secret project. 

And rather than ending the day in a cozy pub, as usual, I'm eager to experience thrills and chills on a London Ghost Walk.

And then we head north to the city of York for a new experience as neither of us have been before. We'll take in as many mandatory attractions as we can fit into four days, like The Shambles, York Minster, and maybe another ghost walk? 

Followed by the newest of the new, a walking holiday in the Yorkshire Dales. We've hiked plenty of trails in our day, often with a pack on our backs. But it's been in either Canada or the US. In about two weeks we'll hike The Herriot Way through the landscape familiar to everyone who watches All Creatures Great & Small. Our packs will be day-packs and the rest of our luggage will be moved from town to town by a sherpa service. We'll stay in cozy inns and B&B's, eat at village pubs, and soak up bucolic scenery. I bet we'll get rained on too, but it'll be Yorkshire rain! 

Lots of new in the next few weeks. But I've taken along my trusty little travel companions, Humphrey the miniature bear and Rover the miniature terrier. Both were created by my friend who runs Little Scruffs.

I'm sharing our adventures on Instagram, so be sure to give me a follow.

Luanna Stewart has been creating adventures for her imaginary friends since childhood. She spends her days writing many flavours of romance. When not torturing her characters, she’s in her kitchen baking something delicious. She lives in Nova Scotia with her patient husband and a hen.

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Travel Tale

By Courtney Pierce

Photo: Clash of the Titans

My 13-year-old stepdaughter rebelled about our recent move to Kalispell, Montana. She didn’t want to leave her friends, nor did she want to have to attend a new school. All her insecurities released like the Kraken. She even accused us of “ruining her childhood.” Personally, I love to relocate. It's a chance to explore, meet new friends, and break out of stale routines.

Then I told her what I did in my senior year in high school.

In the summer of 1976, my family moved from New Jersey to Northern California. For most parents, it would be unthinkable to relocate across the country prior to their kids entering their senior year in high school, but mine did without hesitation. My immediate reaction was, “What about my friends? What about my voice coach? What about Prom?” But deep down, I embraced the upside: adventure, new friends, a new voice coach, and prospects for a real boyfriend that didn’t know me through any embarrassing stages of growing up.

Moving allowed me to reinvent myself, wipe the slate clean, so to speak. I could start out as

a young adult, a California girl, just like in the Coke commercialsꟷblond, tan, my toes in the sand. I could experience life with the accompaniment of Beach Boys music.

Ahhh . . . gotta love the teenage imagination. And it only got better.

As a serious vocal student, I immediately won favor with the Performing Arts teachers at my new high school. These relationships also gave me the inside track to making friends. In short order, my new voice teacher presented me with an opportunity to audition for America’s Youth in Concert, a choir and orchestra whose members represented each state of the nation on a summer-long tour of Europe. I figured it was a long shot, but what the heck, so I sent in an audition tape.

My crude recording won me the spot of lyric soprano in the choir, and I would represent the state of California. After graduation, it would be off to Europe for me with my very first passport in hand.

We started the tour in New York's Carnegie Hall, then hopped over the pond to London, France, Austria, and Italy. While it was hard work performing every night, I had a blast. I gobbled up the living history of every city we visited, and I swore I saw the purported ghost that lurks in the circular hallways of London’s Royal Albert Hall. In Paris’s Notre Dame Cathedral, I imagined the Hunchback hiding out in the bell tower to listen to our performance. In Rome, I sang beneath Michelangelo's amazing painted ceiling in the Sistine Chapel. It was a life-changing experience. It also gave me independence and a work ethic for entering college.

I won’t kid you that the hard work balanced out with a huge amount of fun. At eighteen, my hormones were raging during my free time, especially if those off-hours involved a male foreign accent. By today’s standards, though, I was a goody-two-shoes, though, and I took my responsibility of state representation seriously. 

Forty-three years later, while packing for our move to Montana, I came across my photos and yearbook from that Europe trip, the summer of my life. I ended up sitting on the floor for nearly an hour while I relived so many long-forgotten moments of my younger and suppler days. Even after all this time, I’m still appreciative of the opportunity my parents afforded me.

As if by design, I found out that my stepdaughter’s new school in Montana will be sponsoring a trip to Europe during Spring Break of 2020. I signed her up for one of the twelve spots and surprised her with the news. She squealed like a stuck piglet at the county fair. Her trepidation about the move melted and, suddenly, Kalispell, Montana was a-okay  when attached with a 10-day trip to London. 

But I think it was more than the trip that won her over. My stepdaughter is now focused on the woman she thinks she'll be, not the girl she left behind. The trip will help her get to that place of confidence and independence, just like it did for me. And she's looking at Kalispell, Montana with new eyes, appreciating the beauty that surrounds her.

She skips rocks over the lake and sits with us on the porch

to watch the light-show from a thunderstorm. We gaze at the fiery stars. We run to the front window to marvel at the deer prancing across our driveway and anticipate our first sighting of a mountain lion or grizzly bear. Bald eagles and osprey circle overhead to hunt, and her Dad takes her to fish for bass in the lake while I make dinner.

I watch the two of them glide past the windows. She's going to be just fine.

I’ve come full circle. It's time to pay it forward. The opportunity that was afforded to me, I can now pass along to her. And thank goodness for Brexit, because the £175 that I have in my safe will still buy more than one round of fish and chips and several souvenirs.

Of course, the moving box of travel books had to be opened first. My stepdaughter has been poring through them for all the details of the Crown Jewels, Shakespeare's Globe Theatre, and chopped-off heads rolling on the dirt floor of the Tower of London. There will be much for her to take in when she goes to go to Oxford, Buckingham Palace, and sees a West End show in Piccadilly Circus.

It makes me squeal with delight, like that happy piglet, to do this for her. I'll never forget those stomach flutters as the plane lowered for a landing in London's Heathrow Airport. I was never the same kid again.

Photo: Micah Brooks

Courtney Pierce is a fiction writer living in Kalispell, Montana with her husband, stepdaughter, and their brainiac cat, Princeton. Courtney writes for the baby boomer audience. She spent 28 years as an executive in the entertainment industry and used her time in a theater seat to create stories that are filled with heart, humor, and mystery. She studied craft and storytelling at the Attic Institute and has completed the Hawthorne Fellows Program for writing and publishing. Active in the writing community, Courtney is a board member of the Northwest Independent Writers Association and on the Advisory Council of the Independent Publishing Resource Center. She is a member of Willamette Writers, Pacific Northwest Writers Association, and She Writes. The Executrix received the Library Journal Self-E recommendation seal.

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Book 3 of the
Dushane Sisters
Trilogy

The Dushane Sisters Trilogy concludes with Indigo Legacy, available now. There's love in the air for Olivia and Woody, but will family intrigue get in the way? Ride along for the wild trip that starts in a New York auction house and peaks in a mansion on Boston's Beacon Hill. 

The Dushane sisters finally get to the truth about their mother.

New York Times best-selling author Karen Karbo says, "Courtney Pierce spins a madcap tale of family grudges, sisterly love, unexpected romance, mysterious mobsters and dog love. Reading Indigo Lake is like drinking champagne with a chaser of Mountain Dew. Pure Delight."

Bombs or Bordellos - My Travel Adventures by Judith Ashley

Hi, I’m Judith Ashley, author of The Sacred Women’s Circle series, soul nourishing romantic women’s fiction that honors pagan spiritual practices. My stories show you what life could be like if you had a place like The Circle where you are unconditionally accepted, supported and loved. And where, with this support, you do overcome obstacles and find your happily-ever-after.

I lived well-over a quarter of a century never traveling far from home. I was in my thirties when I first visited other countries unknown to me and experienced a few Adventures in Travel.

But which story do I share?

Ending up in a bordello in Mazatlán, Mexico?

Being stopped by crossing guards and relieved of my passport when leaving Croatia during the Balkan War?

Or the tamer, missing my bus and almost missing my flight back to the US from a visit to Australia? Thankfully the bus driver turned around and came back for me.

Photo bySkitterphoto

While those all were adventures, the one that had the longest lasting effect on my travel was ending up at the United Airline Gate at Heathrow Airport, London, England to take my flight home from a visit in Ireland ---without a security stamp on my passport.

Said passport was confiscated.

I spot against the wall was designated “mine” as in with finger pointed at my heart “stay there and do not move.”

Oh, and I had a travel alarm clock in my checked luggage that “ticked” (this was in 1994 when there were active hostilities between the IRA and England. Passengers were warned that luggage could be destroyed if thought to be carrying a bomb).

If that wasn’t enough, I, unwittingly, had mace/pepper spray in my purse.

My efforts to be prepared on my first trip traveling alone as well as across the Atlantic was a dismal failure.

As I type this I’m smiling.

But in that moment, my heart raced, my hands sweated, my mind imagined all sorts of dire consequences.

I was grateful for a wall at my back when my knees weakened.

So how did I manage to create this disaster?

To this day I’ve no idea. I got off the plane from Dublin to London where I had to change to my flight to the U.S. I followed signs and asked directions to the United Gate. I did end up, at one point, outside Heathrow and knew that I’d taken a wrong turn somewhere. I felt immense gratitude to have finally made it to The Gate when my adventure truly began.

Yep, bright Yellow but tape and words
 "Security Inspection" on it
Photo by Kat Wilcox from Pexels

While polite, the security man was stern.

Did I know that carrying pepper spray was illegal in England and I could go to jail? Words failed and I shook my head.

Did I understand bombs ticked? I nodded.

Those questions I could reply to. The one that, to this day, I still cannot answer is “How did you get here?” Oh, I had a response. “I followed the signs and asked people when I wasn’t sure where I was going.” I’m sure my blurted confession that, at one point, I’d been road side didn’t help.

“Don’t move.” More threatening because of the deadly quiet tone than if he’d yelled.

Here I am in 2019, sitting at my computer, writing about this Adventure in Travel and not including my experiences in an English jail (and No, I do not watch Locked Up Abroad). It seemed hours when in fact it was under an hour before he returned and gave me back my passport.

When I arrived in the U.S., my luggage had bright yellow “security” tape. It had obviously been searched.

The next year when I traveled to Croatia during the Balkan War to help with a conference for my Glasser colleagues, my suitcase was also wrapped in yellow tape. I was pulled from the line and went through additional security when travelling within the U.S. Years later, when I traveled to Australia for yet another Glasser conference, my luggage still was wrapped with the yellow security tape!!!

Who knew that getting lost at Heathrow airport would have such long term consequences!

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However, in 2008 I took my granddaughters with me to a Glasser conference in Edinburgh, Scotland. We flew in to Heathrow, and much to my relief, all was well. We safely made it through baggage claim with no yellow tape in sight! All’s Well That End’s Well!

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© 2019 Judith Ashley

Book Recommendation: Sarah MacLean's The Day Of The Duchess

by Michelle Monkou

Sarah MacLean's The Day of The Duchess (Scandal & Scoundrel, Book III) is here and waiting for your undying love and attention. Not a hard order to fill. What's not to love with the perfect ingredients:

• A perfectly matched duke and duchess whose lives are ripped apart by their fear and vulnerabilities, limiting conventions of the time, and heartbreaking tragedy. They push each other's buttons and test each other's limits with such wonderful intensity that the pacing never flags. MacLean makes it pretty difficult to put down this book for the quick break.
• A battle of wills that mirrors a political campaign, for better or worse, is awesome to read/watch play out. There is no wilting heroine who lacks a spine. There is no grim lord of the manor shaking sense into his woman. Intelligence and gut instinct are what's relied upon, along with a good dose of emotional appeal to let us know that they are flawed but beautiful as ever. 
• A love story that never stops being about winning the heart of the other. At the end of the day, regardless of the time period, it's a romance and what a beautiful journey it is with its worthy hero and heroine to make it memorable and have us cheering to the sweet (grab the hanky) end.

(Avon Romance Back Cover Blurb)

The one woman he will never forget…

Malcolm Bevingstoke, Duke of Haven, has lived the last three years in self-imposed solitude, paying the price for a mistake he can never reverse and a love he lost forever. The dukedom does not wait, however, and Haven requires an heir, which means he must find himself a wife by summer’s end. There is only one problem—he already has one.

The one man she will never forgive…

After years in exile, Seraphina, Duchess of Haven, returns to London with a single goal—to reclaim the life she left and find happiness, unencumbered by the man who broke her heart. Haven offers her a deal; Sera can have her freedom, just as soon as she finds her replacement…which requires her to spend the summer in close quarters with the husband she does not want, but somehow cannot resist.

A love that neither can deny…

The duke has a single summer to woo his wife and convince her that, despite their broken past, he can give her forever, making every day

Happy Reading!

Donna Hatch

The last few years have brought several major changes to my family and to me. One of the biggest changes involved our family moving lock, stock, and barrel from the Phoenix area to a town outside of Seattle. Talk about a climate change! We did trade blue skies for gray, but we also traded brown and dust, to green and lush.

We do have blue skies, too. Some of the locals refer to them as Sun Breaks. They come and go, amid sunshine and rain, almost daily, providing a wonderful diverse weather all year long. We even usually get a little snow—well, it falls anyway, though it usually does not stick for more than a day or two. My children were super excited when they had their first ever Snow Day but felt a little cheated that they only got one!

Our move came as a result of a job opportunity for my husband. Four of our six children still live at home, so the drastic change has been an adjustment for everyone. However, two years later, we are all settled in quite happily with new schools, friends, and jobs

.

Not only has Washington been better for my husband’s career, but it has also improved my health. I enjoy the great outdoors much more now and have become an avid walker, hiker, and even camper—although I still don’t love to rough it. I suffer from fewer migraines and cluster headaches now and have even taken up a little (very little, mind you) gardening. So far, most of my plants are still alive (knock on wood).

Best of all, the move also took me away from my day job in Arizona so I decided to make a career out of writing. That was one of the best decisions of my life. Writing full time has been a rewarding experience. April 18, 2017 marked the release of my nineteenth published title, my sweet Regency Romance, The Matchmaking Game. It never ceases to amaze me that the more I write, the more my Muse talks to me.

This past weekend, I did something I’ve wanted to do for years—go on a hot air balloon ride. This all came about as a result of a scene I wrote in my current manuscript. I wanted to get the sensory details just right, which is difficult to do second-hand. So with my husband’s encouragement, I booked the flight. It was unforgettable. If you’ve never been on a hot air balloon, you’re missing out. The Puget Sound from 3000 feet in the air is one of the most awe-inspiring views I’ve ever seen. I gained a whole lot of details for my book, as well as a memorable experience.

This summer I am going to England for the very first time. Like the motive behind my hot air balloon ride, I have reached a point where I am no longer content doing second-hand research; I want the full sensory experience. In my three weeks’ there, I will visit London, Brighton, Bath, Jane Austen's Chawton Village, and the Lakes District. I can hardly wait!

Despite our new adventures, we haven’t forgotten our roots. Our family still travels back to Arizona frequently to visit family and friends. We sure wish we could see them more often! We’re always happy to return home to the good ol’ Pacific Northwest where it’s cool and green. Now, if only I could convince my son to move here with his wife and baby daughter so we could see them and our sweet little granddaughter more often!

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The bumpy, long and winding road of a new author.

By A.K. Smith

“I didn’t know what I didn’t know.” It’s true for so many things in life, AND I still don’t know all the things I am about to experience on this new journey. My debut fiction novel, A Deep Thing by A. K. Smith just released, and I’m trying to follow the road signs---which there are many—and figure out my destination. It’s the journey that matters, right?

Up until my debut book being published, my writing expedition consisted of journaling, half-finished novels, and travel writing. My insatiable desire to see the world and touch every continent on Planet Earth led to querying travel magazines, newspaper and travel blogs.

I’ve published over 100 travel articles in various forms: magazines, on-line blogs and currently write a monthly column for an English newspaper published in Mexico and a blog www.wordstravelfilm.com. Sharing travel secrets with the world and exposing off the beaten path destinations excites me; but, the completion of my first novel has been a bucket list voyage I’ve dreamed of beginning. Now that I can hold the printed book in my hand and share it with the world, I wonder where’s the next layover.

What I believe is this: my first book is just a stop to fill up my tank. I learn by doing, and if I hadn't started this journey, I would never have learned (the little I know) about writing, publishing and promoting. My advice to those who are traveling down this road is to understand every trip has bumps along the way and lessons to be discovered. Ask questions, study the craft, learn from others but whatever you do, start the journey. If you’re not sure where to begin, join a writers group, attend a writers conference and follow a writing blog. Surround yourself with like-minded people and ask questions; don’t be afraid to plan the trip, make mistakes, and walk down the road.

If you would like to join in my journey, follow my blog at www.aksmithauthor.com.

A Deep Thing, published by The Wild Rose Press is a contemporary suspense novel with a love story woven throughout the pages. According to Marilyn Baron, author of Stumble Stones: A Novel, “A Deep Thing by A.K. Smith grabs you from the beginning and doesn’t let go. A roller coaster ride of romance, suspense, mystery and intrigue, this page turner surprises at every turn and offers a stunning ending you’ll never suspect.”

Amazonlink: https://www.amazon.com/Deep-Thing-K-Smith-ebook/dp/B01MG3FOXS

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A.K. Smith is the author of debut fiction novel, "A Deep Thing" (12-19-2016 from the Wild Rose Press). A.K has lived in Pennsylvania, Maryland, Delaware, North Carolina, Ohio, Indiana, Arizona and abroad in London and Mexico.

She loves all things jungly, beachy and mysterious. Her mission is to write thrillers, suspense, and romance that have the power to make you stay up late.

A.K. loves seeing the world. Her goal is to step foot on every continent on Planet Earth (maybe even the moon)—she’s slowly getting there.  She treasures her family, friends, and kindness.

Email: aksmithbook@gmail.com

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Summer Releases: Henry VIII—Way before Anne Boleyn…

As authors, we all get our inspiration from different places. For me, one common prompt comes from my travels to Europe. In 2010, my husband and I took a tour of northern Spain which started in Madrid and ended in Barcelona.

In Barcelona, we visited the medieval Barcelona Cathedral (not to be confused with Gaudi’s 20th-century Sagrada de Familia Cathedral, a work still in progress) and I was surprised to find that the seats in the choir were painted with various knights’ coats of arms instead of saints. This was because the “Order of the Golden Fleece” met there in 1519.

The Order was an elite fellowship of sovereigns and noblemen who forged alliances and solved disputes between their principalities. I came home and did a little research, and discovered that the king of Norway and Denmark was a member. That was all I needed to know to send my Nordic knight to Barcelona as his representative—because we all know that no king ever abandoned his throne for months on end, to travel so far, and sit in a musky Cathedral for weeks.

The next fun fact: Henry Tudor, a.k.a. Henry the Eighth, was also a member.

Clearly, my Nordic knight needed to spend some time in Henry’s court in London, on his way from Copenhagen to Barcelona. I rolled up my virtual sleeves, and began to research Henry in 1518 – at age 27: eight years before meeting Anne Boleyn and begging her to become his mistress, and fifteen years before he married her. At this point, Henry was still in love with his wife, Catherine of Aragon. He only had one documented extramarital affair thus far, with Jane Popincourt in 1514.

The bad news for my research: history pretty much ignored Henry before he attempted to divorce Catherine over a decade later.

The good news for my research: history pretty much ignored Henry before he attempted to divorce Catherine over a decade later.

As I tried to do my due diligence in researching Henry, I ran into blank after blank. For example: how many residences did he have? “This list is incomplete…” and started in 1527. I did, however, find out what his tennis balls were made out of: putty and human hair. What is putty made from? Linseed oil and chalk.

I’m hoping that by including the things I did find – like his early original poetry – purists will forgive any omissions. The truth is, if I couldn’t find it, I doubt they can find it either. On with the story!

Now we jump to the serendipitous part of this tale: I attended Romantic Times Booklovers Convention in Kansas City in 2013, and ran across a videographer from Winnipeg, Manitoba. He had a distinctly Nordic look, so I asked if he wanted to be on a book cover. He said yes!

Jump again to 2014, and the long-distance photography session. Funny thing about the pictures—my videographer looked a lot like a young Henry. So being an author and creator of plots, I wrote that similarity into the story.

In “A Nordic Knight in Henry’s Court,” Jakob Hansen visits Henry in 1518. Catherine is currently pregnant for the sixth (and final) time. And because she miscarried four years earlier after finding out about Miss Poppincourt, Henry is desperate to keep his new mistress, Bessie Blount, a secret from the queen. So he presses Jakob into service as a diverting body-double, to disguise his actions.

Furthermore, he makes Bessie a promise: if no one finds out about the ruse, then Henry will claim any male bastard she bears. What happens? I’m not telling.

“A Nordic Knight in Henry’s Court” (May) and the second part, “A Nordic Knight of the Golden Fleece” (June) will take the reader to times and places not commonly visited. I hope you will come along, and explore with me.

THE VISCOUNT'S COUNTERFEIT WIFE by J. Jade Jordan

THE VISCOUNT'S
COUNTERFEIT WIFE

Good morning!

I’m Jade and I’ve been graciously invited to talk to you about my first book, The Viscount’s Counterfeit Wife, a regency historical that was digitally self-published in late July and has just recently become available in print.  I’m going to let one of my characters, Foster, do the talking for a bit before I come back to tell you about myself.  He likes to run things!

Let me introduce myself, I’m Foster, officially I’m butler and general factotum to Miss Talia Lawton, clandestine artist and newly arrived visitor to London but, unofficially, I’m a shoulder-to-cry-on, her partner-in-crime and the closest thing to a father she has.  Or, as Miss Tally calls me, her “Guardian Angel”, though I look more like a weathered garden gnome than any angel you could imagine.

I won’t even bother you with the tale of how we had to break into the house we’ve rented ‘cuz the key wouldn’t fit.  Our second mishap concerns Monsieur Moreau, Missy’s mentor — he’s vanished!  And every time we set foot outside, another misfortune occurs, narrowly missing killing Miss Tally.  Mere “accidents”, she thinks but, as I told her, no one is that unlucky.

And then last night a man climbed in her bedroom window!  What brass!  But Missy ain’t no wilting flower.  Heh, heh…  She shot him with her pistol.  You should ‘av seen all the blood!  Unfortunately, she only winged the blasted man on the shoulder.  Thing is, he must have heard the trigger and dived to avoid the bullet and hit his head on a solid oak dresser.  Knocked his senses clear out of his head… or so he says.  I was all for throwing him out in the street, but Miss Tally wouldn’t hear of it.  Soft heart, she has.  Hope it doesn’t turn out she’s being soft-headed too.

So there he is in the guest bedroom, lying comfy as a Lord, being waited on mostly by Missy.  She doesn’t want me climbing the stairs so much.  I got arturitis and my legs pain me something awful.  See what a kind heart she has!

I confess, my biggest worry now is when things become too quiet up there in that bedroom!  I sure hope I can convince her to leave dirty, dangerous London and go back home soon... before she no longer can.

J. JADE JORDAN

Now back to me, Jade, although I can’t claim to be as interesting as Foster and Missy!  I’m a freelance writer and member of the Romance Writer’s Association of America.  I came late to the reading, loving and writing of historical regency novels.  Now, that’s all I can think of writing!  

The first book in my upcoming series, The Brotherhood of Spares, debuts later this year and is tentatively called Luke’s Book: The Misplaced Lady.  You will meet a few of the Spares in The Viscount’s Counterfeit Wife, brothers and friends of Reed, the hero, though the book isn’t directly part of the series.

Enough about me.  It’s time to pass the baton over to you.  Should you have any questions, I’ll be happy to answer them and, if you would like to come visit me  or buy my book, you can find my website at:  http://www.jjadejordan.com/ .

WIN MY BOOK!  I’ll be giving away a print or digital version of THE VISCOUNT’S COUNTERFEIT WIFE (your choice) to ONE lucky commentor.  To win, please leave your e-mail address and comment.  

***I’ll announce the winner on my website.***  

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