Editorial: Support Eagle Mount

By Casey Crosby

Bozeman, MONT—I volunteer with Eagle Mount at least once a week during the peak winter months.  Everything about the program makes it a beacon of light in a place that loves the outdoors.

I love the outdoors, which at the time of writing this, I am practicing social distancing due to the Corona virus.  Even so, I am trying to stay positive and get outside at least once a day to go for a bike ride or for a run, or for a small hike somewhere in the mountains, away from other people of course.

Not all Bozemanites can get outside without significant assistance from others. Eagle Mount of Bozeman assists children and adults who have a range of challenges to have their lives enriched through quality, adaptive adventure and activity.

Unfortunately, Eagle Mount has had to suspend programming for the safety of its constituents but that does not diminish the need for financial support of the nonprofit organization.

Eagle Mount’s community driven program relies on donations by locals, which makes the program free or affordable for participants.

Although I love volunteering for the program, I have been told by a participant that I talk too much, and had to spend the rest of the time in silence.  He loved skiing, but maybe I was a bit much for him.

He and I have had a good laugh about it since. He just needs to focus on his skiing instead of conversing with me.

The majority of people living in Bozeman are already active people, and feel like they want to give back to their community.  These programs offered through Eagle Mount give such opportunities. Volunteers love having new people join every year.

There are many non-profit companies dedicated to making people’s lives better people who might not have the opportunity to do it for themselves.  The Human Resource Development Council, or HRDC has lots of programs for the less fortunate, such as the Fork and Spoon, the only pay-what-you-can restaurant in the Bozeman.

It is in these programs that define a community, and the ones in Bozeman truly astound me. Please support these important community assets.


MSU Student Wins $11,111 at Cat-Griz Basketball Game

By Beau Baxter

BOZEMAN, MONT.—The Saturday night, Feb. 22, 2020 Cat-Griz rivalry game between Montana State University and University of Montana brought hundreds from around the state to the Brick Breeden Fieldhouse and $11,111 to the wallet of student Joe Thompson.

“Shootout” coordinators pulled Thompson, a film-production major, from the crowd with the promise of cash prizes for every basket he made—the difficulty and reward increasing with every shot from a dollar for a layup, to a full court shot for $10,000 (totaling $11,111 if he successfully made every shot).

In the first fifteen seconds Thompson made it all the way through the half-court shot. Only a few  participants have ever gotten that far, and as the crowd sparked into fervor, Thompson started hucking the ball 94 feet across the floor towards a foot and a half wide basket. The stadium erupted as Thompson swaggered back to sideline flashing a “2” and  a “4” with his hands, a salute to the recently deceased NBA superstar Kobe Bryant. Even the broadcasters struggled to stay focused amidst the astonishing toss.

“I was on instant replay so I had to get back immediately, but I was completely shocked,” said Antonio Cabrera, a fellow student of Thompson’s and employee of the MSU athletics broadcasting team.

The footage of Thompson’s success spread across the internet in only days. He has so far been featured on notable electronic publications across like ESPN and Barstool Sports, even making it as far as the United Kingdom’s “Daily Mail.”

Within hours famed internet talk show host and former NFL kicker Pat MacAffee invited Thompson to Skype in for an interview. MacAffee offered Thompson a job on his show, and went so far to say that the university should give Thompson a scholarship for his accomplishment.

Despite the massive media spotlight Thompson seems rather level-headed and pragmatic about the entire situation.

“I’m not sure what I’ll do with the money,” said Thompson. “My car broke down a few months ago so probably just pay off some bills.”

The halftime event was a promotional deal between the Rib and Chop House of Livingston, Mont. and MSU’s Bobcat Athletics. The restaurant happily handed over the check after Thompson made the full court shot—the first time in the history of the promotion.

Thompson and the Chop House have already discussed a second event with the same premise, but now the money will go directly towards gym equipment for schools around Montana.

Thompson grew up in Billings, Mont. and stopped playing after an unfortunate hazing experience. However, he still believes in sufficient and equal athletic opportunity for the people of his community.

Garbage Spill Has Local Residents Feeling Queasy: Suspicions Arise Between Roommates Regarding Who is Responsible for Dirty Floor

By Chris Dyrland-Marquis, reporter, Montana State News

BOZEMAN, MONT.—Tensions rose quickly last weekend on West Koch Street, Bozeman as apartment roommates, Cade Chvilicek and Louis Aron, discovered a communal trash receptacle in their apartment’s kitchen had tipped over: strewing trash and unpleasant debris across their kitchen floor. Emotions rose, and fingers pointed among accusations, but upon investigation, witnesses’ reports generated no potential motivations to aid in identifying suspects.

Unfortunate cases of overflowing trash cans and messy kitchen floors plague today’s society. In fact, generating garbage appears to be human nature. Michelle Mulder holds fascinating insights on the topic throughout her book, ​”Trash Talk! : Moving Toward a Zero Waste World​.”

“…[A]bout 12,000 years ago, people in the Near East (western Asia) started farming….Cities formed, and city dwellers did what they’d done in the countryside: they threw what they didn’t want out the window,” she explains in her book.

Historically, people have actualized bad habits when disposing of their waste. The ugly nature of our waste disposal yet again presented itself in last weekend’s spill, confirming the significance of bad trash management practices as an ongoing historical issue.

Several residents find it hard to view local trash spills with such distant, academic views. Louis Aron, present at the scene of last weekend’s debacle, asserted the trash-tipping arose as an act of malicious intent, creating yet more problems for him to manage in his day-to-day life.

Louis pointed out prime suspects of interrogative interest and explained how his resources would not be distributed to help clean up the aftermath. He argues whoever tipped the receptacle over ought to be the one to remove any spilled garbage.


“I didn’t physically see the trash can get pushed over, because I was in a different room, but it [seems that], you [the interviewer], or Cade Chvilicek is the person responsible for it,” he stated. “I don’t think I should be the one to clean up this mess. Whoever did it needs to be held responsible, and should clean up the garbage on the floor here, and take it outside to the big dumpster. There’s no chance I’m cleaning this up.”

Thankfully, the chaotic wake left behind from the residents’ kitchen garbage bin prompted action. Schedules of trash maintenance have begun to develop in efforts to prevent future spills, as well as late night watches to catch any ne’er-do-well individuals who may prowl the night.

Though no verification exists as of yet to confirm the cause of the garbage spill, the West Koch residents have implemented steps to make sure that it does not occur again. They look into future developing trash management policies with cautious optimism. The apartment’s second resident, Cade Chvilicek explained their perspective.

“I was going about my business, eating my dinner, when I saw somebody come and knock it over,” Cade explained. “We don’t know how or why it happened, but I don’t want it to happen again. It doesn’t matter what caused it. The only way to stop it [trash being spilled], is to not let it fill up like it did again.”

Both witnesses to last weekend’s incident agree that a suspect was indeed responsible for the spill, though as of yet the perpetrator remains unidentified.

Think Twice Before Ordering a Landmine Online

By Kempenaar Pahre, reporter for Montana State News

BOZEMAN MONT—Millennials may not buy diamonds or fabric softener at the same rate as previous generations, but they still find creative ways to spend money on relatively unnecessary items like avocado toast and Bulgarian landmines, the latter of which prompted a parking lot shutdown on the Montana State University (MSU) campus on the morning of February 18, 2020, after authorities discovered the inactive landmine stored in a student’s vehicle.

The unnamed student purchased the Bulgarian landmine from an online shopping platform, Wish.com, as a collectible item. MSU officials said in an email communication they have no reason to believe the student had any ill intention, and assured students and faculty that the immediate risk to the public remained extremely low. Still, out of caution officials closed the parking lot and brought in the Lewis and Clark County bomb squad in order to remove the inactive mine safely.

The university received notification about the mine after an incident with another Bulgarian mine shipped from the same online seller. In this other case, the mine started vibrating during shipment, raising suspicion and prompting officials to track down other mines sold. Postal inspectors investigated the safety of all the deactivated mines purchased through Wish.com.

As predicted, the incident ended without trouble. Experts transported the Bulgarian land mine to the Malmstrom Air Force Base outside of Great Falls for safe disposal. Students took the whole incident in stride, making memes about it and wondering how the student who bought the landmine must have felt about accidentally causing a scene.


















Life in Quarantine: Hong Kong New York Times Station Chief on Surviving Coronavirus

By Olivia Bean, Reporter, Montana State News

HONG KONG–“New York Times” Deputy Station Chief in Hong Kong, Doug Schorzman, remarked on what it was like to live under quarantine during a Google Meet interview with a Montana State News reporter. On Feb. 22, Schorzman declared that “life is remarkably unchanged” despite living on a tropical island with the epicenter of the epidemic a mere 500 miles away.

Much closer to Schorzman’s home, a mere 20 miles, the Chinese Guangdong province displays the second-highest number of COVID-19 cases, more than 1,300 as of Monday, March 3, according to National Public Radio (NPR) reports. The question remains, how has Hong Kong remained so unchanged, with just under 100 confirmed cases, while the mainland coronavirus ransacked the mainland?

According to NPR, the city paid “a steep cost… Schools are closed. Many businesses are shuttered. All transport to [the] mainland… is suspended, and the border… is essentially shut down.” According to the same resource, the sheer drop in case numbers, relative to mainland China, shows great effectiveness in reducing transmission through that social distancing.

For those in the offices of the “New York Times” international outpost, life has only gotten more exciting. As Schorzman commented, “[I work in] a room full of people who are used to running towards fires” and this blaze has taken the global stage by storm.

The staff takes “basic precautions when you’re in the subway. We…are wearing surgical masks, [and] you just get better about our hand-washing routine. We don’t go to a place where you know you can be exposed unless you have to.” Schorzman said that “We’d never send someone into a situation they’re uncomfortable with,” but that many of his journalists thought it worth the risk.

After so much attention on the world stage, it became a question of how much [coverage] was too much, and whether “The New York Times”  was “over-covering” the topic. While having sensational headlines leads to more readers, Schorzman realized that fanning the fire too much could lead to panic.

The awareness came in the form of his non-local friends, who asked about his two daughters. The friends’ well-founded concern, given the intense pictures posted atop stories of outbreaks in the surrounding provinces, ultimately seemed misguided. When prompted about the conditions, Schorzman deferred to his wife, Jill, who also works for the storied publication, and her response what much the same.

“It’s been kind of wild…,” Jill said, “It’s our kids, [so] when school gets cancelled because of…coronavirus, we’re there living it; it’s not just covering it at a removed state. It’s being caught up in it which is really fascinating.”

They both remarked that COVID-19 did not disrupt the workflow of Hong Kong half as much as the past year of protests over extradition rights did. In regard to both cases, Jill stated that disruption causes stress.

“It’s messed up, and it’s intense, and it could still get worse, but the reality is that Hong Kong still works. (The city is) still going, and there’s a wide enough support for it that [Hong Kong] isn’t shutting down.”

So, for the reporters, the disease continues to fuel the fire, but for the average person, aside from reasonable precautions, the world spins on.

Understanding Multiple-Use Landscape

A Sheild photoPhoto and story by August Schield

The first time I entered the Big Snowy Mountains, I met a cowboy. His tired eyes starred into me with curiosity from under a dirty wide-brimmed hat which drooped lazily over his left shoulder, as if to ask what I was doing here. I remember feeling alien, dressed in my clean blue puffy jacket with a map and compass clutched in my hands, and a backpack bulging with food, extra layers, and a tent. He towered over me from atop his horse. His wrinkled face told stories of these woods, stories I yearned to know but couldn’t quite understand how to ask for.

He asked me if I’d seen any lone cattle roaming the valley. I hadn’t, I said, and before I could ask his name, he had started off down the trail. I watched him quietly disappear into the dark conifer forest, like a mountain lion stalking its prey.

A young and naïve public lands advocate at the time, this experience was eye-opening for me. It was clear that this mysterious man knew the Big Snowies landscape better than anyone. His dated and beaten appearance, and his slow calculated movements resembled an old guard of the western forests. A time when wilderness had more of a mystical meaning than a political one.

This experience set course in my mind a new perspective towards approaching public land issues: Different people are driven to public through different desires. All of these values, utilitarian at best, rest on the same pedestal. These landscapes are managed for multiple uses for a reason. Given the current state of decline of native species and their habitats amongst the west, I wondered how much of an impact the American rancher has on today’s landscapes, and if wilderness was truly right for this mountain range?

The Big Snowy Mountains have received a lot of attention recently. They are listed in a state-wide legislative action to release 29 Wilderness Study Areas, nearly 800,000 acres, to a less protective management directive. A little background is necessary to understand why this is happening.

In 1977, the Montana Wilderness Study Area Act was created. Designating 9 regions in National Forests state-wide for possible inclusion in the National Wilderness Preservation System. Around this same time, an additional bill outlined a similar directive for Bureau of Land Management regions and was also passed.

These bills tasked forest managers with a 5-year study period, in which they were to report their findings to congress. During this time, forest managers were to manage these lands in accordance to their Wilderness characteristics until congressional action was made. This not only placed new limits on the types of activities that could persist in these areas to only foot and stock traffic, but they also inadvertently limited who could access these landscapes. Not everyone is physically able to hike the 10 miles into these Mountains, like I had. Nor does everyone own a horse.

Wilderness has its stigmas throughout the conservation world. Often, it’s seen as exclusive, and benefits a niche group of people. Point in case, me: the backpacker. I’m am not here to argue against that. In fact, it’s true, but only to the false realities of a small and select group of folks who want wilderness solely for quiet recreational opportunities. Although I may dress the part, I fight for a cause far greater than that because wilderness stands for far more than exclusive recreation.

I am a public lands advocate studying at Montana State University where I co-lead a club called the Montana Wild Collective. We focus on facilitating opportunities for students to get involved in outdoor recreation and public lands advocacy. My first goal with this club is to break down the negative stigma’s folks have with the national movement towards protecting public lands. My second goal is to guide students in outdoor settings who generally don’t have an outlet to do so.

For our first club outing of the semester, I led a group of students into the Big Snowy Mountain’s Wilderness Study Area. I suggested the Snowies as a high priority our first multi-day outing not only because of a threat to their WSA designation, but because I knew a teachable moment existed in a landscape that was far removed from the recreation bubble of Bozeman, Mt.

The valley was cold, and silent. Aspen stands boomed with vibrant fall colors. A light snow covered the leaves dampening their rustling sound in the wind. Barbed wire fence lines exposed their rusty forms amongst the snow-covered grass. This barrier only enticed some of the students to walk up to them with handfuls of grass to pleaded with the cattle to eat from their hands. As we continued deeper into the conifer forest, the silence of the wilderness deepened as the canopy sheltered us from the wind. We found flat ground to call basecamp, and we began gathering firewood.

We set up tents, built a fire, and started dinner. Everything dehydrated, was rehydrated, and stuffed into tortillas. As we grazed over our backcountry burritos, I began a discussion about the diversity of people who visit this landscape, starting of course with my story of the lone cowboy.

I explained this diversity by listing the user groups that find value in these mountains. The ranchers do not take an opportunity to lease a forest service grazing allotment for granted. Many ranchers, like the one I met on a previous trip, summer their cattle here, allowing their private rangelands to rest and regenerate. The Snowies also harbor a vital watershed which is critical for cattle operations and other animals living within the Big Spring Watershed basin. The Snowies are its head waters.

I then discussed the recreational perspective, which was us. We found immense value in this place because outdoor adventures filled our souls. The allure to climb Greathouse peak and walk along the Knife Blade Ridgeline was worth more to us than working our second jobs, or catching power hour at the Crystal. Time spent with friends and self-reflection without the distractions of society helps us grow as individuals. Yet, the value we placed on this experience, has its costs, as does every other found use for public lands.

The outdoor recreation economy was worth $887 billion in the year 2017, according to reports from the Outdoor Recreation Industry Association. That being said, it is still an industry. Although our presence isn’t physically marked in the Big Snowies, like fence lines and 4×4 roads are. We share the same environmental impacts as any other extractive industry in existence. Ironically, the industry our club is most closely associated with, engages in litigation with the industries that have helped create our lifestyles. I often spend a lot of time explaining this relationship to students, because I feel it brings these stigma’s many of us struggle with full circle. Wilderness, as the legacy of the environmental movement shows, only happens through cooperation.

The next morning, we woke up early and hiked to the summit of Greathouse Peak. We couldn’t see much due to the blustery winter storm we were in. Another fence line guided us through the stormy hills to the base of the mountain where the grasses turned to shale. We located the trail, and began to climb, trees became caked in snow, our footprints grew deeper, and our cheeks redder. We followed the ridge to the top where we couldn’t see more than 15 feet in front of us. I assured the students that this was the best view in Montana… A local told me that on the drive in.

Forty years have passed since the enactment of the Montana Wilderness Study Area bill, and no congressional action has been taken towards the designation or release of any but 2 of the original 44 proposed Wilderness Study Areas (WSA’s). Currently the Big Snowies apart of the Helena Lewis and Clark National forest plan revision where locals and state-wide stake-holders have made comments as to what management directive they want to see in the future.

Many Montanan’s, especially those who live closest to these WSA’s have grown disgruntled with the thwarted management status these public lands have remained in. Randy Barta, a local rancher living in the lowlands of the Big Snowies was eager to share his side of things regarding the current forest management directive.
“When I first moved up here years ago, I would see every walk of life enjoying this mountain. The elderly would putt around on their 3 wheelers, the snowmobilers could bring their whole families up to tour the mountain in the winter…All these people, along with the hikers and cross-country skiers, got along. Now, no one is allowed in besides hikers” Barta said to us in an email.

“I saw one fire do more destruction to this mountain in four days then all those people did in over 70 years… Now 20 some years later, because of no management, you can’t even walk through the forest. So much dead fall and the dog haired timber regrew that it’s impassible,” he continued. The forest service often takes a “Let It Burn” policy to wildfires in wilderness areas, restoration work rarely follows due to lack of budgets and a more preservationist management directive.

Another rancher near the Big Snowies had A bit more to expand on from Mr. Barta’s point of view.

Robert Lee and his family run a cow-calf operation that they began 1969 just on the south end of the mountains. He leases a small grazing allotment from the forest service, and visits the Snowies almost every day.

“I love to hunt and I love these mountains. I love the personal well-being that they bring. It’s just a very special place”. He said to us extatically over the phone. His main concern for the Wilderness management of the Snowies was very ecologically oriented.

“We’d like to manage the forests for wildlife, and for habitat. Grazing helps forest management, it also opens up areas for sunlight to perpetuate the grasses. If you don’t graze it, it becomes decadent, and that’s not healthy. Too much grazing, however, is not good. I am concerned about the weeds that people bring in when they visit. We don’t need to prohibit access, but we need to manage the weeds. They’re like a cancer, if they come in and take things over, its game over. I’m a public lands advocate, all I ask is that we take care of them. I want weed and fire control, and timber and grass management”.

Lee’s desires of forest management are not unrealistic. As one of the individuals living within close proximity to the mountain, what happens in the wilderness affects not just him, but his whole community.

“There is a lot of concern by the community about fire management, however the Inventoried Roadless Area adds another layer of protection that limits road building.” Mentioned Deb Entwistle, team leader for the forest plan revision for the Helena—Lewis and Clarke National Forest. However, forest service officials can still operate motorized fire fighting equipment in wilderness as described by exceptions permitted under the special provision section of the wilderness act of 1964. Although with the current condition of the forest in some sections, wildfire would be difficult to fight.

“The whole range is their water supply”, she added, “It helps water quality. Because it has been protected for so long, outside groups [such as the Montana Wilderness Association] see it beneficial to protect the ecology here.”

“We believe Montanans need a say when it comes to managing public lands. Daines and Gianforte have only held two public meetings for these bills, however they were able to choose the attendees. We agree a permeant decision needs to be made here, but these decisions need to be made from a collaborative voice” said Noah Marion, policy and advocacy director for the Montana Wilderness Association.

The students we guided on this trip gained not only perspective of this landscape, but respect for the ranchers here too. “Going to the Big Snowies opened my eyes not only to a unique wild in Montana, but to a unique, complex relationship between recreation and ranching interests. Going on this trip gave me a deeper understanding of the people, the land, and the future of this state I call home” said club member Taylor Burlage to me during our long drive home.

H.R.5149 & S.2206 currently propose the release of nearly 800,000 acres of Wilderness Study areas. Steve Daines and Greg Gianforte are the authors of these two bills, of which they both share a similar name: Protect Public Use of Public Lands. Yet their reasons for wanting to release these bill seam not to resemble an overall voice of Montana, rather they speak for private interests.

Federal designation or not, people are a part of these ecosystems. The diverse voice of Montana and this little club I’m apart of may not be able to change a public policy, but we sure can impact the way people diverse communities can co-exist to reach the same management goals.


The drums heard throughout Bozeman


By Claire Knox

April 1, 2018


BOZEMAN, Mont.—The land has a heartbeat. Put your ear to the ground and listen. The land has a heartbeat, and we forget to listen. But sometimes, something compels us to listen. Something simple and driving draws our hearts and minds to the constant beating heart of the land.


We Americans often forget our roots. Our country is young; the 240-plus years since the signing of our constitution pales in comparison to the history of many other nations in the world.


But the land our country exists on did not rise from the ocean on July 4th, 1776. It has existed for millions of years, and our ancestral European colonists were by no means its first settlers.


The American Indian peoples have been systematically robbed, cheated, killed, and pushed from their lands. Their culture has been attacked and their way of life forever changed. But once a year in Bozeman, Montana, they host an event that takes any person willing to attend and reminds them of the surviving American Indian culture and the heartbeat of the land.


The drums.


The drums are the first things I notice as I enter the Brick Breeden Fieldhouse on the Montana State University Campus on March 30, 2018 to watch the 43rd Annual American Indian Council Powwow. I’m sure that the drums are the first things anyone can notice. Their steady and strong pulsing resonates through the building and can even be felt through the concrete steps outside. I entered the event just in time to witness the Grand Entry.


The drums started it all.


As their rhythm and the accompanying singing echoed through the massive wooden dome, dancers began to enter. I did not know of the various types of American Indian dance styles and their accompanying clothing types. The styles represented included Traditional, Fancy Shawl and Jingle, and every category of dance had participants from toddlers to adults.


People in all sizes and shapes danced into the room. Toddlers bounced along behind parents and teenagers proudly sported the regalia of their people. Some types of dress had hundreds of glinting golden bells which shook in rhythm with the drums and dancing, adding a shimmer to the air. Some highlighted large ornate shawls that flew through the air with every twist of the dancer’s form. Some championed ostentatious feathers meticulously arranged. All dancers were clothed in unapologetic color.

After the Grand Entry, dancers split into categories and the competitions began. A panel of tribal judges presided and one enthusiastic emcee provided commentary, humor and even tribal facts during the event.



The Junior Girls Fancy Shawl dance event caught my eye. The contestants climbed down from the stands, and girls of all sizes answered the call. Girls from three feet tall to five feet tall took the stage. The youngest contestant could not have been older than four years old. Her clothes were white and purple, with enough sparkle sewn in to make any four year old happy. She clutched one end of the shawl in each of her fists and waited for the drums.


The girls started dancing in unison. The older girls possessed slightly more coordination and sense of rhythm, but every dancer on the floor was full of spirit. The girl in the white and purple flung her arms in the air, her shawl spreading behind her like wings. Her dance started as somewhat of an excited bounce, but a careful study of the older girls reminded her of her rhythm and technique. A smile stuck to her face as she danced around the floor, swirling in and out of her competitors seemingly without a care or a thought towards the competition.


After watching a few dancing competitions, I wandered into the shopping area of the event. Many different people had tables and stalls set up, much like a farmers market or craft fair. People and stalls packed the area, making it feel like a street market.


Rabbit skins hung from above, entire fox skins—including the nose—watched me from eye level, and individual cougar claws sat below glass with an accompanying price tag of $30 per claw. Handcrafted jewelry covered tables, intricately beaded clothes, purses, and other accessories stuck out, and there was even a table of hand-carved wooden pipes.


While I browsed the aisles, a young boy beside me paid $3 for a rabbit’s foot “for luck” and a woman purchased a bundle of braided sage and a few pieces of sweetgrass for another few dollars.


Even while I wandered through the maze of the market, the drums did not stop. The constant pounding was spotted with sudden accents, but the underlying heartbeat drove on, carried from one drum circle to the next.


Throughout the whole event, the fieldhouse filled up with a palatable air of camaraderie and respect. Tribes from across the nation were represented, but no detectable ill will tainted the event. The competitors stepped onto the floor in their proud colors with no identifiers besides their competition number, and all danced together. They moved as one, spinning around each other, staying out of the others’ paths while confidently making their own.


This appearance of unification may only exist under the eyes of outsiders, but I could never hope nor wish to penetrate the unified front. The dancing had a joy that shone brighter than the competition. The powwow dancers danced with one spirit, and seemed powered by that ever-present drumbeat: the heartbeat of the land.







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