The Corona Chronicles: Giving Out Food and Almost Getting Arrested.

I have decided that the only way to write about everything going on down here during the COVID-19 (and still write about other things as well) is to start a series called The Corona Chronicles…what do y’all think?

Well, to start it all off with, I guess a lot of y’all are out of the loop, so let me bring you up to date with what’s been going on down here recently. We are still in total lockdown, and the total cases (as of right now; I just checked) are currently at 519, and we’ve had 47 die, and 31 recuperate. Thankfully, in La Ceiba, we’ve only had 12 cases.

People are allowed to go out on a certain day of the week, depending on what number their ID ends in. Each day of the week (aside from Sunday), 2 numbers can go into town. I’m not sure if that makes sense, but for example, my ID ends with 6, so my day to go into town is Wednesday.

Seeing as today was me and my parents’ day to go to town, we three went together in the van (which is technically against the law, but God opens doors, y’all!) We went all over Ceiba today, and it was a sobering experience. I’ve been to town a couple of times, but today was the first time I had been in the grocery store we go to. I also went down into the market place with my dad. You know what the funny thing is? Before this virus, we rarely went to the market place, but I have a feeling that even after this is over with, we now have contacts that we will still keep in touch with and go and buy from every once in a while there.

Earlier today, we (my dad and I) dropped off my mom at the grocery store…after eating a baleada. I have to add this in because anybody who has come down here (or studied about Honduran cuisine) knows how important they are to Hondurans (not to mention how yummy! 😋) It had been months since I had an authentic baleada, and it was a little piece of heaven! 😁 After dropping my mom at the grocery store, my dad and I headed down to the market place. The police had blocked off the roads 2-3 blocks away from the actual market place, and so people had to walk in a few blocks, buy what they needed, and take it back out to their cars (a few blocks away). It would have been a big problem for us, because we were buying a lot to make bags to give away to some of the kids who come to our Sunday school class.

Thankfully a policewoman let us park closer so that we could load the stuff directly into the van. It was a blessing because it was a LOT of stuff! lol I was able to go into our grocery store and into Walmart for the first time in 6 weeks, and it saddened me! I knew you would all want to see pictures, so I made sure to take a few while in town. Here are some from La Colonia (our grocery store).

I can’t believe how things look now, versus how they looked before…everything was soooo empty! There was only one entrance open, where they disinfect your shoes and hands. I didn’t take any pictures in the market place, but I also took pictures coming out of Walmart when we loaded all the stuff into an already full van. Here are a few pictures!

Não vou deixar uma máscara cobrir minha adoração.


It still feels weird to wear a mask everywhere, and what is even weirder is that it is becoming the new normal!

We went out to give a few bags of food away to some of our children’s church kids and their families, and I don’t think my heart has ever felt so heavy before (maybe a handful of times in my life). It has to be one of the worst feelings in the world to turn people who are hungry away because you don’t have enough food to feed the whole neighborhood. It was such a sad feeling when people started coming out of their houses to watch us. We were only able to buy a certain amount of groceries and had a list of 10 families that we could help, but it was a horrible feeling to have to turn people away. I feel that if we would’ve started giving food away, we might have been mobbed. There is so much need in our country, and seeing all the little CC kids hungry was a little very overwhelming.

One highlight of the day (that made me feel guilty afterward) was that we were able to eat takeout today! Thank God for Nicha’s Burgers!

Sandwich de Pollo de Nichas! 😍😍


There was one thing that broke my heart the most and really made me want to cry. We stopped by the church and went inside. I went up to the sanctuary to see it, and the only thing I wanted to do was sweep, mop, wipe down the chairs, and pray for a while. I hope that I am able to do that soon. I love the house of God, even though I haven’t been able to go for a while. We are so far away from it that it’s not possible to go and clean it, though I wish I could. The sanctuary was set up like it had been 6 weeks ago at our last Sunday morning service…chairs spaced out and everything!

Amo la Casa de Dios. 💕

The only thing that was strange was the pews in the back that were shifted to block the back door after our church was broken into a couple weeks back. (That in and of itself is another story of God’s hand moving and of us learning how to trust.) It was like I was having Deja Vu seeing all the seats, but hearing the deafening silence. I felt like my heart was about to break, and I think I felt a smidgen of what Jeremiah felt when he heard the walls of Jerusalem were fallen down; all I wanted to do was sit down and weep. I was reminded about how important the House of God should be to each and every one of us. I understand and acknowledge that God’s house has taken place in our homes during this time, and I have no doubt that He’s still moving despite the virus. However, there is nothing like walking into the sanctuary and temple dedicated to God, and to Him alone. I’m sorry for that long paragraph, but I feel very passionate about the house of God. How I wish I could be there to pray and worship every morning, or live close enough to go and live stream all the church services from there. God knows what the future holds, and I hope and pray that things change soon!


I saw the vision board we put up at the beginning of the year, and the pictures of the Bible Studies during the first couple of months. I also saw the list of the names of all those who signed up to be useful in 2020 in reaching souls, praying, fasting, and evangelizing. I had a lump in my throat, and I felt a heaviness in my heart, but I also know God has a perfect plan.

If not for anything else, I don’t think there is one person who doesn’t miss the church and wants to be back in service in the actual sanctuary. I believe God works all things together for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose, so if not for anything else, then He allowed it to get the attention of those who were taking congregating with our brethren for granted. I will never look at a normal church service as normal again…my heart will be filled with gratitude, remembering these days when we wanted to be at the House of God so badly. I love God and His house. ❤

On the way home, we had a van full of things (that usually happens when you only have one day a week to be out and about and get everything you need in town). My mom and I took a selfie in which you can kinda see how much stuff we had, but not really. Here you go:

Please help us pray, because my dad is trying to get a salvoconducto, or a pass or some sort, as a Pastor to be able to move around with more freedom. Apparently, it has been really hard to get during these days, but we are praying that God would open that door. We would appreciate all the prayers we can get! Also, continue to pray that God would provide and open doors for us to share food with others. I believe that God is going to perform notable miracles in these coming days, and I believe that multiplying food can be one of them. Just help us pray that God would continue to provide and that He would lead us to those who are hungry for more than only food.

I guess that about wraps up my day for today, but if you noticed in the title, I mentioned that I almost got arrested. It might’ve been just clickbait, but it might also be true…here’s the story:

Ok, so this is a story from last week. I haven’t been able to finish and publish the post, so I added it to this one.

On Monday I was going to pick up Francis from Miss Lori’s house (where she works 3 days a week), which is inside a gated community we live close to. This is a little hard to explain (I hope I don’t confuse y’all) but we have a 5-star hotel in the small community we live in, and inside the gates to that 5-star hotel are houses and villas. So Miss Lori lives in one of those houses on the hotel property.

Anyways….back to the story! There are two ways to get to the hotel from my house: the back (dirt) road, and the main (highway) road. It is rare that police are out and about in our community, although we had heard some rumors that they were coming every few days and checking people’s IDs and checking them for masks. Well, I had neither a mask nor the right ID number to be out and about (since the day I’m allowed out is Wednesday), but I still took the main road. The trip to Miss Lori’s place was uneventful. I stayed there a few mins talking to Miss Lori while Francis finished up and took some things out to the car.

When we left a few minutes later, I was brilliant and decided to take the main road yet again. There was a motorcycle in front of me, and all of a sudden, he slammed on his brakes and started to do a u-turn in the middle of the road. I was patient and understanding pretty ticked off (because if I didn’t have pretty quick reflexes, I could’ve hit him; I wasn’t even going fast!), but I just passed him. As soon as I passed him, I realized the reason for his sudden u-turn…there was a police truck straight ahead of us. The police truck was turning around, going the opposite way, putting me behind it. My natural instinct (knowing I wasn’t legally allowed out on the roads) was to pull into an empty lot and turn the car around. As soon as I did, I told Francis “that must’ve made me look really suspicious!” Technically, they probably wouldn’t have even noticed me if I hadn’t suddenly turned around…but they did and turned back around and started chasing me.

I didn’t notice until we were on the dirt road heading home, which is when I looked in the rearview mirror and saw what looked like a police truck. My blood kinda ran cold for a second (I’d never been chased by a police truck before 😂), and then I chilled out (pun very much intended). I calmly asked Fran “Is that the police truck behind us?” She turned around and (not so calmly) said “Oh Jesus! It’s the police, it’s the police!” (In English.) For you to better understand how humorous this was, I insist on spelling it out to where you can read it with the accent she used. She said it like this: Oh Jee-sus! eets thu poleez. 😂 I was starting to get a little nervous, so I told her to start praying because I wasn’t sure what was going to happen.

When we came to a T in the road and I turned toward my house, and the police followed me, I knew I was the one being chased (as if I shouldn’t have already noticed that long before). When we were getting pretty close to the house, I told Francis to call dad and let him know what was going on; I was acting a lot calmer than I felt (which was a little terrified). She called him and asked if someone could open the gate, and the started laughing nervously and said: “please? the police are chasing us!”

All this time, I kept checking my rearview mirror, but the police never turned their lights on. When we got to the curve literally right before my house, I turned down the AC (because it’s super loud) and asked Fran: “did you hear something?” Once I turned down the air and leaned toward the window, I heard the sirens behind me. I immediately stopped and rolled down my window. The police truck stopped, and the officer got out of his truck (left the door open) and walked toward me pointing a gun at me. That was a first! 😁 I was kinda surprised, but I honestly didn’t feel nervous…I just realized that it wasn’t a play gun and that it had real bullets in it. Oh yeah, and that it was pointed right at my heart. It was a pretty exhilarating experience! 😂😂 I might be the only person who sees that as something exhilarating (my adrenaline was pumping, that’s for sure!)

When Francis saw the gun, she said “Oh Jesus!” I can kinda vaguely remember that, but it’s fuzzy. Thankfully, I’m not the kind to shake and quake during a scary situation; I do things and then I shake after it’s all over. After we got out of the car, the policeman asked me to walk away from the car. I knew that acting snarky would get me nowhere, even though I was thinking “Hello…do you think I will be going anywhere with you pointing that gun at me?”

I got out of the car, and he lowered the gun and asked me why I hadn’t stopped. I told him that as soon as I heard the sirens, I stopped. He didn’t seem to believe me and repeatedly asked me if I had loud music on, to which Francis and I answered that I didn’t. He then asked me where I was from; I told him I lived right around the corner, but he kept asking me again and again. Finally, he was like “Where are you from originally?” I was like “Oh! I was born in the US, but I have lived here since I was 2 years old, so I guess (technically) I’m more Hondruan than I am American.” He finally stopped asking me about it after that.

The policeman asked me several times whether or not I had a firearm, to which I answered that I didn’t (I mean, I can’t even own one legally, since I’m an American citizen). He checked under all the seats in the car and found a ziplock of dill seeds that Miss Lori sent for mom. He looked at me suspiciously, and asked: “What are these?” I kinda wanted to laugh, because I didn’t even know the name in Spanish, and thought I was really in trouble then. I explained that they were seeds of some sort, and he just looked at me funny, because he thought they were drugs! 🙈

He asked me for my license (if I had one) and after seeing my ID number on it, told me I wasn’t allowed out on the streets. I knew that, but there had been no option but to go pick up Francis from Miss Lori’s house. He asked Fran for her ID, and told her she wasn’t allowed out either, until Wednesday. I asked him what we could do in the situation involving Miss Lori, because she needed someone to check up on her, and had no living relations. I told him that our family took care of her. He told me that Francis was only supposed to go to work on Wednesday. I talked to him for a few minutes, explaining the whole situation in detail, and explaining that we had a permit at the hotel and the guards knew me, which is why we could go in in the first place (because they’re not supposed to be letting anybody in right now). I told him that Miss Lori talked to the management and that it was all arranged.

Bro. Leo and Dad came walking up after a few minutes, and they eventually let us go, but after they let us go, Francis and I couldn’t stop laughing! We’ve told that story countless times, and it never ceases to amaze me at how God watches out for and protects His children. The young man who lives with us told me that he was positive that if Bro. Leo and Dad hadn’t shown up, they would’ve arrested Francis and me, and probably taken us to jail (for at least 24 hours). That would’ve been a unique story (because no one in my family had ever been to jail (especially not the one in Honduras), but as my mom says, God had mercy on us and spared us from that unpleasant experience. I am thankful, and I couldn’t go without testifying about it! I mean, it’s not every day one gets chased by police, has a gun pointed at their chest, and gets accused or carrying drugs. (I mean, do I look like the type to carry drugs? I know I’m a little funny, but I didn’t know it was that bad.) 😂🙈🙄🤦‍♀️🤣


There have been a couple of interesting things happen during this time. There was also another day when I went into town (actually the first time I had been to town since this mess all started; Friday before last) where there were 3 of us in a vehicle. It is technically illegal, but there was a great need and no other way, and we saw God perform many miracles and multiply the money that was sent to buy stuff with. Even unbelievers had to admit that only God could do something like what He did that day. The Lord is certainly good to us!

I’m sorry I’ve delayed so much in publishing a post…I have been incredibly busy lately and it seems there is always something going on and things that need to be done. We have been doing many things I never would’ve expected to do, one of these things being potty training the 2-year-old living with us. It has been interesting, to say the least!😂😂 I said all that to say this: if it takes me a while to blog, that’s why. Not to mention the church service schedule I have. I enjoy love going to church, and that always comes first, even though I love the blog dearly. God has spoken to me and given me answers to many prayers and given me direction in the midst of confusion, and all of this from these online and in-home services I am attending. I travel around quite a bit; in a week, I am usually in Plaster Rock, NB, Canada, Porto Alegre, Brasil, Brewer, ME, and La Ceiba, Honduras (obviously, lol). Occasionally, I am able to make it to another church service here and there, but every week is different for me, so I can never know!

I guess that brings you up to date with everything that’s going on these days. As always we appreciate your prayers because “the effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.” 

Ebenezer: Thus far the Lord has helped us.

God Bless, and thanks for reading!

Sarah Schreckhise


23 Replies to “The Corona Chronicles: Giving Out Food and Almost Getting Arrested.”

  1. Loving the update, my friend! And I don’t think I will tire of hearing the police escapade. Lol! Although I am very grateful God keep his hand of protection upon you and Francis. Also, I imagine it was so heartbreaking to see those CC kiddos. 😔❤
    Praying for y’all often! Love you lots! 💕

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    1. 😂😂😂 Ashlynn! 🙈😆 Thank you for reading! It was about time for me to post, and it was driving me crazy not being able to ever finish and publish anything on the blog, so I requested special permission to take the computer to my room to finish. If I hadn’t done that, I would still be typing away! Lol

      The police chase story still cracks me up, but it freaks my mom out everytime. I am so very grateful for God’s hand upon us during that time (and all the time, obviously 😆).

      It really was so sad, and I longed to just be able to hug a few of them at the church for CC once again. I hope and pray that things open up enough for that again, soon!!

      Thank you for the prayers, and I love you more! 💕 I’m so sad about Heritage, and I pray that we still get to see each other this year. Maybe it’ll be in Brasil! 😂 That would be accurate for our relationship…going halfway around the world (ok, not quite halfway) to meet. 😂

      It also cracks me up how Maddi, you and I posted the same night…like, it was about time! 😂 Eu te amo, Ash! 💕 (Sorry for the long comment!) 🙈🙊

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      1. Hahah!! Well I am glad you were able to get a post out!!

        I feel you! I’m ready to hug everyone – especially my kiddos from church!

        You’re so welcome, my friend! Always! 💕

        I’m so sad about Heritage as well!! 😭 It would SO be our friendship to meet in another country. 😂

        I KNOOOW!!! I seen you posted as I was typing out my posts! 😂 Great minds and such. 😜💕

        Eu te amo muito, Sarahì!! 💕


      2. Wow! Great blog! I have to say that you had me on the edge of my seat a few times while reading your “almost arrested” story! Ohhhh.. the stories that only Missionaries can tell! 🤪 I haven’t had a gun pointed at me yet, although I’ve had them shot all around me, just not at me! 😀🙌😂

        I can definitely relate with having a heavy heart, even though I’m not on the Missions Field in Belize physically.. my heart and my desire, along with God’s desire for me to be in Belize has NOT changed! My heart aches every day to be there, I’ve received many texts and calls from several of my friends in Belize, which makes it all the more harder on me. 😑🥴 I can only imagine what your going through, being there and seeing so many families pretty much starve to death.. Got to be hard. 😞🙏

        I ADMIRE you and your families commitment to stay on the field through this crisis, I truly admire it.. if it hadn’t been for my bro’s wedding, I wouldn’t be stuck home, I’d be where I NEED to be.

        Let me share this trouble I’m having with you, I‘ve wondered if other young missionary’s have dealt with this as well.. I’m dealing with trying to explain to my friends back here why I really want to get back to Belize, or for you it would be Honduras, my friends sometimes just don’t get it, this is the only way I can explain it to them, the way I feel.. I don’t feel ONE BIT fulfilled back here, (home). It just don’t feel like I’m accomplishing anything, I almost want to be miserable because I know what God wants me to do but I can’t do it!!😤😀🤷🏻‍♂️ I tell my friends that I guess you would have to be in a situation like I am in, where I know what God’s will is for my life. Maybe I’m just weird, but I haven’t come to even close as happy as I was when I was in Belize. Yes, I admit, it was super nice to come home to see my family and friends, (and someone else) 😜 but my passion is in Belize.. let me know if I’m just being weird or if I’m in the same boat as other young missionaries.. sorry this was a long comment. 🥴😑

        God Bless.

        Cole E.

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      3. I do have to say it is hard to explain. To explain to someone that you don’t want to be where you were born and raised and have family and friends in really boggles the mind of some. Although I do not know exactly how you feel I do know what it is like to long to be back where you feel you are supposed to be. You miss the faces, the services, the outreach, etc. It feels like we were in Africa for only a short time, but it has definitely worked it’s way deep into my heart. ❤ I too can’t wait to get back! Lord willing this all settles down soon and we are all able to return to our various homes.

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      4. Well said, my friend. I guess that pretty much explains it. It’s something deep in your heart that won’t let you have peace in knowing you wish you could be where you’ve been called to be at. I pray that things open up soon and y’all are able to go back this year! Love you much, and I’m praying for you, my friend. 💕

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      5. Yes Yes! It sure does have a way of it working it down deep into our hearts! I can’t count the many times I’ve asked myself what’s going on, why am I stuck back “home”, what is God doing? But then I remember several scriptures reminding us to just Trust in God.. Be still, and know who’s God, just.. Be Still. Praying for you and your family, praying for y’all work in South Africa, God has a purpose in this, just trust Him! 🙌

        God Bless.

        Cole E.

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      6. Missionary stories are the best!! That is for sure! 😂

        It has been an emotional time to go and deliver food to these kids. Wednesday was my first time to go out with my parents, although my mom had told me about how hard it was. We are thinking about doing things differently next Wednesday, but we are praying that God will do a miracle and that the food will multiply as we give it out (like the loaves of bread and the fish in the Bible.)

        It is hard being away from where you’ve been called to (when taking a trip to the US, for instance), but I can’t imagine being stuck away, and not being able get home! I’m so thankful I was stuck here. lol

        I can relate, and it is completely normal, although most young people aren’t able to understand until they’ve had a calling on their life. As a missionary friend of ours said: “You can’t just turn this off” (speaking of the calling that God gives you for a country.) Hopefully you will be able to go back soon. I pray that things get back to normal soon, so that people are able to travel, and so that Nathaniel and Allana can come back!! 😁 I think the most efective way to do something for the mission field is pray…the efectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much. Keep the faith!

        Thanks for reading, and God bless!

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      7. Wow.. that’s good.. “You can’t just turn it off.” That sums it up, wow. Thank you so much for sharing that quote, that is really good.

        Prayer is most definitely detrimental to the times we are in.. I’ve wondered lately, I really would like to know how many prayers are going up from the “Church” in this day and hour!

        Praying for you all, praying for protection and yous and that God gives you all direction and that He performs miracles like never before!!

        God Bless.

        Cole E.

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      8. That quote really impacted me when I heard it, and I think that any missionary can relate.

        It would be neat to see how many prayers have gone up during this time. I was also thinking last night that it would be cool to see the bottles of the tears cried for certain countries. I think it would be a sobering sight.

        Thank you for your prayers, we are praying for you all, as well. I have been praying that the borders will open and that missionaries are able to go home. I can’t wait to see the miracles that will happen and testify about them. We are believing God for great things!

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  2. Sarah, this post is totally you! Haha! It has your fingerprints all over it. I’m so excited for what God is doing there in Honduras. This post was a refreshing breeze this morning, I miss Honduras! I love you sis, you guys are in my prayers! Thanks for the laughs!

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    1. Thanks for reading! I’m glad you enjoyed. I had to stop a couple of times to control myself because I was laughing out loud…it’s definitely me! 😂 It is exciting, and I believe that we are going to see greater things! Love you too, and y’all are in my prayers, too! Miss you! 💕 Honduras misses you, too! 😆

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  3. Bro. Cole, there’s no need to apologize for what you feel. I’m stuck in California right now, and I feel separated from Honduras completely. But once a country gets in your heart it becomes everything you live for. I’m glad to see you’ve got the burden so heavy on your life. Keep up the good work my friend!

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    1. Thanks Bro. Nathaniel, you greatly greatly encouraged me.. I sincerely appreciate it mucho! 🙌 I just wishhhh I could see the whole picture of what God is trying to do! 😁😀 I choose to trust in Him. 🙌

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  4. Isaiah 26:3 (KJV) Thou wilt keep [him] in perfect peace, [whose] mind [is] stayed [on thee]: because he trusteth in thee.

    My favorite scripture in the Bible. I’ve seen it played out so many times in my life, that it has become a go to in times of confusion. Let’s allow God to lead us to perfect peace. You guys are in my prayers @Ashlynn @Cole.

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    1. Love that verse. Another passage of scripture that came to my mind on Tuesday night was Isaiah 55:6-11.

      His way and thoughts are higher than ours, but His word (when it goes out) will not return void. It will accomplish what He wanted it to where He sent it. It was a good reminder that He is in control, always!

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  5. OH my gooooodness gracious! WHAT an experience!!! I’m so glad the Lord protected you & you were able to clear the air! *wipes brow*. Anyhow, I’m so glad I stumbled across your blog! My name is Samantha & the people of Honduras actually have my heart as well, as I have gone on short term trips to do mission work ever since I was 12! (oh and i’m 20 as well!).

    It’s so neat to see everything God is doing & how he is using you & your family for kingdom work! I’m assuming you’re completely fluent in Spanish, haha, and given that i’ve been attempting to teach myself Spanish for several years, i’d love to practice with you if you’re down!! I’m super rusty, lol, but i’d love to give it a shot anyhow:)

    Please give me a follow on the gram! @samshine_and_bluesky

    Dios te bengiga


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    1. I’m so thankful for God’s hand of protection, that’s for sure!! That is super unique! Where’d you visit in Honduras? Honduras is a very special country, that’s for sure!

      It is exciting to see all that God is doing in these last days, and I believe that greater things will come! I am fluent, due to the fact that I’ve been down here for 18 years (ever since I was 2 years old). I’m totally down for practicing with you! I do not actually have an Instagram account, but you can shoot me an email and we can talk in more detail there. My email is

      Thanks for reading!! Dios te bendiga!


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