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all right all right there’s a land
where forgetting where forgetting weighs
gently upon worlds unnamed
there the head we shush it the head is mute
and one knows no but one knows nothing
the song of dead mouths dies
on the shore it has made its voyage
there is nothing to mourn
my loneliness I know it oh well I know it badly
I have the time is what I tell myself I have time
but what time famished bone the time of the dog
of a sky incessantly paling my grain of sky
of the climbing ray ocellate trembling
of microns of years of darkness
you want me to go from A to B I cannot
I cannot come out I’m in a traceless land
yes yes it’s a fine thing you’ve got there a mighty fine thing
what is that ask me no more questions
spiral dust of instants what is this the same
the calm the love the hate the calm the calm
Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless.
[Explored]2010.11.15 thanks
“In the Time of Cherries”
Is it raining yet? I quit. The bands of motivation
recede, in intensity, like paint chips—
heavy to pale. It is acknowledged
that this is the strength of things,
that they will not get better.
One day things actually were better.
It was a season in time, muffled in song.
We liked standing at the edge of it,
imagining the wonderful things that could be here,
and that they are here, which is much the same.
Shy time that dives into the wings,
too embarrassed to acknowledge the applause,
dense, like a runnel attacking.
In another age of soda fountains and running boards
it hadn’t mattered. Now it was reduced to a bright
particular atom, deep blue and exemplary.
For you, seduction was a way of accelerating,
though not catching up, like Atalanta’s run.
The apples were added by a later source.
Call it pagan, i.e., traceless. Call me
irresponsible, I’ll be back in August,
after the cherries have left.
How motivated is that?
by John Ashbery
1927 - 2017
Lisboa
"What is to be done, O Moslem? For I do not recognize myself.
I am neither Christian, nor Jew, nor Parsi, nor Moslem.
I am not of the East, nor of the West, nor of the land, nor of the sea;
I am not of Nature’s workshop, nor of the circling heavens.
I am not of earth, nor of water, nor of air, nor of fire;
I am not of the Heavenly City, nor of the dust, nor of existence, nor of entity.
I am not of this world, nor of the next, nor of Paradise, nor of Hell;
I am not of Adam, nor of Eve, nor of Eden or of Eden’s angels.
My place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless;
‘Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong to the soul of the Beloved.
I have put duality away, I have seen that the two worlds are one;
One I seek, One I know, One I see, One I call.
He is the first, he is the last, he is the outward, he is the inward;
I know none other except “O he” and “O he who is.”
I am intoxicated with Love’s cup, the worlds have passed out of my ken;
I have no business save mind’s carouse and wild revelry.
If once in my life I spent a moment without thee,
From that time and that hour I repent of my life.
If once in this world I win a moment with thee,
I will trample on both worlds, I will dance in triumph forever."
(Jalal Al-Din Rumi - 1207-1273)
"My place is placeless, my trace is traceless,
no body, no soul, I am from the soul of souls.
I have chased out duality, lived the two worlds as one.
One I seek, one I know, one I see, one I call..."
Rumi
They don’t wade in so much as they are taken.
Deep in the day, in the deep of the field,
every current in the grasses whispers hurry
hurry, every yellow spreads its perfume
like a rumor, impelling them further on.
It is the way of girls. It is the sway
of their dresses in the summer trance-
light, their bare calves already far-gone
in green. What songs will they follow?
Whatever the wood warbles, whatever storm
or harm the border promises, whatever
calm. Let them go. Let them go traceless
through the high grass and into the willow-
blur, traceless across the lean blue glint
of the river, to the long dark bodies
of the conifers, and over the welcoming
threshold of nightfall.
- Angela Shaw
near the teahouse.*
dear friends!! as we drink from our cups of jade green tea, let us consider the words of the poet...
my place is the Placeless, my trace the Traceless; 'tis neither body nor soul, for i belong to the soul of the Beloved.
~jelaluddin rumi
a resource for the journey:
the e-newsletter from parabola magazine (free suscription). bliss*
may all travelers find joy!!
jeanne
assembled and altered images, march 25, 2010
(a digital photo taken while walking near the sanctuary in the woods the other day... and a texture layer from the generous les brumes)
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♫ Mari Boine Persen - Vuoi Vuoi Mu, Idjagiedas ♫
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Vuoi Vuoi Me
Vuoi my little yellowbird
Vuoi my summernight bird
cuckoo and eagle
Vuoi my swallow
with nest under riverbanks
Vuoi nighttowl
with limitless vision
Vuoi vuoi me
Vuoi vuoi joy
with hearty laughter
Vuoi sorrow
with oceans of salty tears
Vuoi vuoi frost
winter and cold
Vuoi summer with burning hot days
Vuoi vuoi me
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Only Breath
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu
Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion
or cultural system. I am not from the East
or the West, not out of the ocean or up
from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not
composed of elements at all. I do not exist,
am not an entity in this world or in the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any
origin story. My place is placeless, a trace
of the traceless. Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved, have seen the two
worlds as one and that one call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner, only that
breath breathing human being.
From Essential Rumi
by Coleman Barks
©2012 RESilU | Please don't use this image without my explicit permission.
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I Have No Name
I have no name,
I am as the fresh breeze of the mountains.
I have no shelter;
I am as the wandering waters.
I have no sanctuary, like the dark gods;
Nor am I in the shadow of deep temples.
I have no sacred books;
Nor am I well-seasoned in tradition.
I am not in the incense
Mounting on the high altars,
Nor in the pomp of ceremonies.
I am neither in the graven image,
Nor in the rich chant of a melodious voice.
I am not bound by theories,
Nor corrupted by beliefs.
I am not held in the bondage of religions,
Nor in the pious agony of their priests.
I am not entrapped by philosophies,
Nor held in the power of their sects.
I am neither low nor high,
I am the worshipper and the worshipped.
I am free.
My song is the song of the river
Calling for the open seas,
Wandering, wandering,
I am Life.
I have no name,
I am as the fresh breeze of the mountains.
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Only Breath
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu
Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion
or cultural system. I am not from the East
or the West, not out of the ocean or up
from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not
composed of elements at all. I do not exist,
am not an entity in this world or in the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any
origin story. My place is placeless, a trace
of the traceless. Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved, have seen the two
worlds as one and that one call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner, only that
breath breathing human being.
From Essential Rumi
by Coleman Barks
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Only Breath
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu
Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion
or cultural system. I am not from the East
or the West, not out of the ocean or up
from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not
composed of elements at all. I do not exist,
am not an entity in this world or in the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any
origin story. My place is placeless, a trace
of the traceless. Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved, have seen the two
worlds as one and that one call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner, only that
breath breathing human being.
From Essential Rumi
by Coleman Barks
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∑ of ∑
“My place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless ;
'Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong to the soul of the Beloved.
I have put duality away, I have seen that the two worlds are one;
One I seek, One I know, One I see, One I call. ”
(Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī known as Rumi - Persian poet and Sufi mystic, 1207-1273)
I met this man nearby Jama Masjid in Old Delhi.
He was homeless and his life seemed to be tough however there was an amazing happiness in his eyes as if he had reached what he was seeking for since a long time...
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my bus passes union dale cemetery & today i decided to visit there, contemplating the lives lived & the men who built monuments to themselves
There are many warring factions in the galaxy, so it is not surprising that IbizXena was declared a neutral solar system where the only rules was no arms, no grudges and no boredom!
on these world you can see triphones dancing next to space a federation officer on leave dancing next to a lizardman from Slisssch kissing a tentacled alien no one has ever seen anywhere before, renegade robots use this system as a safe heaven to live their life as they are in a free spirit since there is no police force, ok a lot of strange things happen here and a lot of creatures vanish traceless voluntary and involuntary but at the very least they are not consumed by the endless space-wars!
tonight Lulu Butch and the overkills are entertaining those who like this kind of music and those who lack eardrums!
“What can I do, Muslims? I do not know myself.
I am neither Christian nor Jew, neither Magian nor Muslim,
I am not from east or west, not from land or sea,
not from the shafts of nature nor from the spheres of the firmament,
not of the earth, not of water, not of air, not of fire.
I am not from the highest heaven, not from this world,
not from existence, not from being.
I am not from India, not from China, not from Bulgar, not from Saqsin,
not from the realm of the two Iraqs, not from the land of Khurasan.
I am not from the world, not from beyond,
not from heaven and not from hell.
I am not from Adam, not from Eve, not from paradise and not from Ridwan.
My place is placeless, my trace is traceless,
no body, no soul, I am from the soul of souls.
I have chased out duality, lived the two worlds as one.
One I seek, one I know, one I see, one I call.
He is the first, he is the last, he is the outer, he is the inner.
Beyond He and He is I know no other.
I am drunk from the cup of love, the two worlds have escaped me.
I have no concern but carouse and rapture.
If one day in my life I spend a moment without you
from that hour and that time I would repent my life.
If one day I am given a moment in solitude with you
I will trample the two worlds underfoot and dance forever.
O Sun of Tabriz, I am so tipsy here in this world,
I have no tale to tell but tipsiness and rapture.”
(Jalal ad-Dīn Muhammad Rumi - Persian poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic, 1207–1273)
This was shot before sunset at the tomb of Mohammad Ghaus in Gwalior in the central Indian state of Madhya Pradesh.
The light and shadows were playing through the jalis (latticed screen) in the galleries surrounding the Sufi saint mazaar (tomb).
The building, built in the late 16th century in the typical Mughal style, is enclosed on all sides by delicately carved lattices over which rises a large dome.
This place is a pilgrimage centre for both the Hindus and the Muslims and make this place of devotion is a symbol of brotherhood as this is where anyone can express his faith.
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Check out the entire project here: www.behance.net/gallery/20242331/My-place-is-the-placeless
'I do not exist, am not an entity in this world or the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any origin story.
My place is the placeless, a trace of the traceless. Neither body or soul.'
Rumi
"Not Christian or Jew or Muslim,
not Hindu, Buddhist, Sufi, or Zen.
Not any religion or cultural system.
I am not from the East or the West,
not out of the ocean or up from the ground,
not natural or ethereal, not composed of elements at all.
I do not exist, am not an entity of this world or next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any origin story.
My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.
Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved, have seen the two worlds as one
and that one call to and know, first, last, outer, inner,
only that breath breathing human being."
Jalaluddin Rumi
Taken for the Saturday Self Challenge 'Pink'
This old cycle has been painted pink with a 'Traceless Design' logo advertising an art gallery. Until recently it was often seen being ridden around the island but i think the salt air has finally rendered it unrideable and now it acts as an advertising board outside the gallery.
How heavy is a cloud? by Giselle Beiguelman, is a multimedia installation comprising video, audio, stamps, and photography that occupies Galpão VB prompting the audience to venture into a mysterious, unknown territory of family inheritance. Born into a Polish-Jewish family, Giselle Beiguelman morphs into a traveler of memories for this project, visiting her family’s home country and questioning herself, investigating landscapes and her own past, revising a traceless history, and ultimately creating a lyrically-charged piece of stark images. How heavy is a cloud? was commissioned by Culture.pl as part of a program to promote Polish culture in Brazil in 2016.
Check out the entire project here: www.behance.net/gallery/20242331/My-place-is-the-placeless
'I do not exist, am not an entity in this world or the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any origin story.
My place is the placeless, a trace of the traceless. Neither body or soul.'
Rumi
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Only Breath
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu
Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion
or cultural system. I am not from the East
or the West, not out of the ocean or up
from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not
composed of elements at all. I do not exist,
am not an entity in this world or in the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any
origin story. My place is placeless, a trace
of the traceless. Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved, have seen the two
worlds as one and that one call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner, only that
breath breathing human being.
From Essential Rumi
by Coleman Barks
Check out the entire project here: www.behance.net/gallery/20242331/My-place-is-the-placeless
'I do not exist, am not an entity in this world or the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any origin story.
My place is the placeless, a trace of the traceless. Neither body or soul.'
Rumi
Acrylics on Canvas
this is weird, I don´t ever remember painting this, I see it is one of mine, it is on one of those 100 x 100 cm I used to paint on in Vienna, somewhere a small dendrite rings a faint bell that I actually made this one!, then I just wonder where is it now? Have a sold it or repainted it, so many mysteries in this world, could I have been that drunk that I managed to erase it from my memory? if you have it at home please tell me! :)
the Multimedia Artist Danny "MushroomBrain" Hennesy
The Creator of Multiverses and King Queen and Emperor of Homeland
How heavy is a cloud? by Giselle Beiguelman, is a multimedia installation comprising video, audio, stamps, and photography that occupies Galpão VB prompting the audience to venture into a mysterious, unknown territory of family inheritance. Born into a Polish-Jewish family, Giselle Beiguelman morphs into a traveler of memories for this project, visiting her family’s home country and questioning herself, investigating landscapes and her own past, revising a traceless history, and ultimately creating a lyrically-charged piece of stark images. How heavy is a cloud? was commissioned by Culture.pl as part of a program to promote Polish culture in Brazil in 2016.
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How heavy is a cloud? by Giselle Beiguelman, is a multimedia installation comprising video, audio, stamps, and photography that occupies Galpão VB prompting the audience to venture into a mysterious, unknown territory of family inheritance. Born into a Polish-Jewish family, Giselle Beiguelman morphs into a traveler of memories for this project, visiting her family’s home country and questioning herself, investigating landscapes and her own past, revising a traceless history, and ultimately creating a lyrically-charged piece of stark images. How heavy is a cloud? was commissioned by Culture.pl as part of a program to promote Polish culture in Brazil in 2016.
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu
Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion
or cultural system. I am not from the East
or the West, not out of the ocean or up
from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not
composed of elements at all. I do not exist,
am not an entity in this world or in the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any
origin story. My place is placeless, a trace
of the traceless. Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved, have seen the two
worlds as one and that one call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner, only that
breath breathing human being.
Rumi
from The Essential Rumi translated by Coleman Barks with John Moyne
Layla Taloo. Now lives in Sharya, Iraqi Kurdistan.
Layla was held captive by ISIS for almost 3 years, together with her children. She was sold to many different 'owners', got pregnant twice by her rapists and subsequently had two painful abortions without any medical assistance. She says about her latest captors before she was released: 'I was forced to work as a slave in their household. The lady was Dutch and jealous of her man who had another woman. That is why she set out to make things worse for me. She urged and incited him to abuse and rape me, to hit me more.'
Layla is the first one who have spoken out about a Dutch ISIS member being connected to crimes towards Yezidis. The Dutch ISIS member has escaped Al-Hol detention camp and has been traceless ever since. The case has not been brought to court yet.
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Nelson Brissac, Giselle Beiguelman, Raquel Kogan, Solange Farkas e Marcio Kogan
Foto/Photo: Pedro Napolitano Prata
Na exposição Quanto pesa uma nuvem?, de Giselle Beiguelman, as obras Perguntas às pedras [Série 3] (carimbo), Perturbadoramente familiar (áudio e postais) e Quanto pesa uma nuvem? (vídeo e fotografia) ocupam o Galpão VB, propondo ao público uma incursão no território desconhecido e misterioso da herança familiar e da memória pessoal. De família judia de origem polonesa, Giselle Beiguelman viaja ao país de origem de seus antepassados, reconstriuindo uma história sem rastros para criar imagens fortes, carregada de lirismo. Quanto pesa uma nuvem? é comissionada pelo Culture.pl, como do programa de promoção da cultura polonesa no Brasil em 2016.
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Opening | Quanto pesa uma nuvem? (How heavy is a cloud?) by Giselle Beiguelman
Quanto pesa uma nuvem? (How heavy is a cloud?) by Giselle Beiguelman, is a multimedia installation comprising video, audio, stamps, and photography that occupies Galpão VB prompting the audience to venture into a mysterious, unknown territory of family inheritance. Born into a Polish-Jewish family, Giselle Beiguelman morphs into a traveler of memories for this project, visiting her family’s home country and questioning herself, investigating landscapes and her own past, revising a traceless history, and ultimately creating a lyrically-charged piece of stark images. How heavy is a cloud? was commissioned by Culture.pl as part of a program to promote Polish culture in Brazil in 2016.
This is the former raiway station of Tervuren. Although the railway that used to connect Tervuren with Brussels was closed decades ago, and the tracks have been removed, the station building remains. Now it houses the café called Spoorloos station, that means both "trackless station" and "Traceless station".
This is the former raiway station of Tervuren. Although the railway that used to connect Tervuren with Brussels was closed decades ago, and the tracks have been removed, the station building remains. Now it houses the café called Spoorloos station, that means both "trackless station" and "Traceless station".
How heavy is a cloud? by Giselle Beiguelman, is a multimedia installation comprising video, audio, stamps, and photography that occupies Galpão VB prompting the audience to venture into a mysterious, unknown territory of family inheritance. Born into a Polish-Jewish family, Giselle Beiguelman morphs into a traveler of memories for this project, visiting her family’s home country and questioning herself, investigating landscapes and her own past, revising a traceless history, and ultimately creating a lyrically-charged piece of stark images. How heavy is a cloud? was commissioned by Culture.pl as part of a program to promote Polish culture in Brazil in 2016.
This is the former raiway station of Tervuren. Although the railway that used to connect Tervuren with Brussels was closed decades ago, and the tracks have been removed, the station building remains. Now it houses the café called Spoorloos station, that means both "trackless station" and "Traceless station".
How heavy is a cloud? by Giselle Beiguelman, is a multimedia installation comprising video, audio, stamps, and photography that occupies Galpão VB prompting the audience to venture into a mysterious, unknown territory of family inheritance. Born into a Polish-Jewish family, Giselle Beiguelman morphs into a traveler of memories for this project, visiting her family’s home country and questioning herself, investigating landscapes and her own past, revising a traceless history, and ultimately creating a lyrically-charged piece of stark images. How heavy is a cloud? was commissioned by Culture.pl as part of a program to promote Polish culture in Brazil in 2016.
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Traceless, no more need to hide.
Now the old mirror
Reflects everything---autumn light
Moistened by faint mist.
----Suian
How heavy is a cloud? by Giselle Beiguelman, is a multimedia installation comprising video, audio, stamps, and photography that occupies Galpão VB prompting the audience to venture into a mysterious, unknown territory of family inheritance. Born into a Polish-Jewish family, Giselle Beiguelman morphs into a traveler of memories for this project, visiting her family’s home country and questioning herself, investigating landscapes and her own past, revising a traceless history, and ultimately creating a lyrically-charged piece of stark images. How heavy is a cloud? was commissioned by Culture.pl as part of a program to promote Polish culture in Brazil in 2016.
ibarat air, di daun keladi...
walaupun tergenang tetapi
tak meninggalkan bekas...
begitu juga cintamu padaku,
cinta hanya separuh hati
kau lepas kembali
nanti di suatu masa,
kau juga kan merasa,
betapa sakitnya hati kecewa,
karena cinta"
D'Lloyd - Cinta Hampa
waterdrops on taro leaves
stagnant but traceless
so does your love on me,
a half-hearted love
you let it slipped
one day you shall learn
the feeling and the pain,
of a heartbreak
How heavy is a cloud? by Giselle Beiguelman, is a multimedia installation comprising video, audio, stamps, and photography that occupies Galpão VB prompting the audience to venture into a mysterious, unknown territory of family inheritance. Born into a Polish-Jewish family, Giselle Beiguelman morphs into a traveler of memories for this project, visiting her family’s home country and questioning herself, investigating landscapes and her own past, revising a traceless history, and ultimately creating a lyrically-charged piece of stark images. How heavy is a cloud? was commissioned by Culture.pl as part of a program to promote Polish culture in Brazil in 2016.
The text is from a Rumi poem-
Not
Christian
or
Jew
or
Muslim
not
Hindu
Buddhist
Sufi
or
Zen
.
Not
any
religion
or
cultural
system
.
I
am
not
from
the
East
or
the
West
not
out
of
the
ocean
or
up
from
the
ground
not
natural
or
ethereal
not
composed
of
elements
at
all
.
I
do
not
exist
am
not
an
entity
in
this
world
or
in
the
next
did
not
descend
from
Adam
and
Eve
or
any
origin
story
.
My
place
is
placeless
a
trace
of
the
traceless
.
Neither
body
or
soul
.
I
belong
to
the
beloved
have
seen
the
two
worlds
as
one
and
that
one
call
to
and
know
first
last
outer
inner
only
that
breath
breathing
human
being
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Friction is minimized: The wheels are usually made of durable materials such as nylon, rubber or polyurethane, which minimize friction and allow for easy movement.
The load capacity of the skates is determined by the number and type of wheels used: The larger the wheels, the greater the load capacity.
machinery dolly can be used in a variety of applications: They are commonly used in warehouses, factories, and construction sites for moving heavy loads, as well as for moving furniture and other household items.
Roller skates machine are a convenient and efficient way to move heavy loads, reducing the risk of injury to workers and increasing productivity. They are easy to use and require minimal training, making them a popular choice in many industries.
Machine Roller Skates Features
360-Degree Rotation-Provide free rotation under no load and full load
PU Covered Roller Wheel-Enable silence and traceless travelling
Heavy Duty-Can reach maximumly 18t working load(two pairs)
Why Titansuhe as Your machinery moving equipment manufacturers?
High-Quality Products: Titansuhe is known for providing high-quality machine moving skate that are durable and long-lasting. Their skates are designed to provide smooth and easy movement, making them ideal for a variety of applications.
Wide Range of Products: Titansuhe offers a wide range of Machine Moving Skates to meet the needs of different industries and applications. They have skates of varying sizes, load capacities, and wheel configurations, allowing customers to choose the right skate for their specific needs.
Customization Options: Titansuhe provides customization options to customers who require special designs or features in their machine moving skates. This allows customers to get the exact product they need for their unique requirements.
Competitive Pricing: Titansuhe offers competitive pricing for their machine moving skates without compromising on quality. This makes their products affordable for customers who need to move heavy machinery or equipment regularly.
Excellent Customer Service: Titansuhe has a team of experienced professionals who are dedicated to providing excellent customer service. They are available to answer any questions or concerns that customers may have and are committed to ensuring their satisfaction.
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