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 Finally John announced that supper would be provided in the Club Room on several occasions each year, usually to coincide with a guest speaker.
-Frank Ashdown felt the Bonds investment was out of order as a General Meeting had not authorised it - the discussion at the Annual Meeting had only asked Committee to look into it. Others held it was an administrative decision proper to Committee. Finally Frank moved that no money be invested without sanction of the Club: there was no seconder and tho motion lapsed.
+Frank Ashdown felt the Bonds investment was out of order as a General Meeting had not authorised it - the discussion at the Annual Meeting had only asked Committee to look into it. Others held it was an administrative decision proper to Committee. Finally Frank moved that no money be invested without sanction of the Club: there was no seconder and the motion lapsed.
 A supper Social Committee comprising Gordon Redmond, Ruth Constable, Barbara Evans, Muriel Goldstein, George Williams and Owen Marks was appointed.
-Now the President sounded a dour-note. The Committee deplored the indiscreet drinking of liqor at the Reunion and particularly at the camp fire. Ron Knightley moved the Club's endorsement, saying he was no wowser, but thc raucous laughter, clatter of bottles and broken glass around the fire was right out of bushwalking character. Carried.
+Now the President sounded a dour-note. The Committee deplored the indiscreet drinking of liquor at the Reunion and particularly at the camp fire. Ron Knightley moved the Club's endorsement, saying he was no wowser, but the raucous laughter, clatter of bottles and broken glass around the fire was right out of bushwalking character. Carried.
 Also, said the President, some cooking fires at the Reunion had not been fully extinguished. On a more cheerful note, the Committee had thanked Jack Perry for the provision of horse transport and the Farquhars for their work on children's events.
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 ===Tracks and Access Committee:===
-Will meet at the Big Sister Rooms, Penfold Place at 6.30 p m. on June 6. A Club representative is required to attend.
+Will meet at the Big Sister Rooms, Penfold Place at 6.30 p.m. on June 6. A Club representative is required to attend.
 ===Kosciusko State Park:===
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 Nearing the Hacking River I called a halt and examined my right knee. It looked all right - perhaps a mite puffy and swollen, but it seemed to dislike taking my weight going downhill. Oh well, you can't expect to go hiking without a few bumps and abrasions! On to the Causeway where, at 3 p.m, we turned up river to follow the new road formation being cut through to Lilyvale - and thence to Bald Hill via Otford Gap. Lilyvale would suffice for us.
-I remember that most of our way along River Road was pleasant enough going. Only a few places - like the point where we had crossed in the morning - were badly fired, though there were smaller areas bearing testimoney to the ferocity of the previous day. The sky was clearing to a friendly blue, we were making good time and should reach Lilyvale for a brew up by 5.30, and the only real hitch was my right knee which was being perverse and couldn't go downhill properly. In fact it had a vaguely uncontrolled feeling.
+I remember that most of our way along River Road was pleasant enough going. Only a few places - like the point where we had crossed in the morning - were badly fired, though there were smaller areas bearing testimony to the ferocity of the previous day. The sky was clearing to a friendly blue, we were making good time and should reach Lilyvale for a brew up by 5.30, and the only real hitch was my right knee which was being perverse and couldn't go downhill properly. In fact it had a vaguely uncontrolled feeling.
 At one halt between the Helensburgh track and Lilyvale, Bill was bitten on the forearm by a bull ant. I explained from my fund of bush lore that the right thing to ease the pain was to find a frong of young bracken and squeeze the juice on the affected part. We did just this and because we were watching our times closely, discovered that the operation took seven or eight minutes. It was then I realised that, whether or not the bracken juice does any good, the whole messy business distracts the victim until the sting has eased anyway.
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 You will find it easiest when using Paddymade gear.
-Paddy Palling Pty. Limited,
+Paddy Pallin Pty. Limited,
 A Bathurst Street, 1st Floor, Cnr. George Street, Sydney. Phone 26-2685.
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 "Love": "Oh".
-Bill (in best London Fog accent, purringly): "Your seat has been transferred to the rear comprtment. Let me carry your bag."
+Bill (in best London Fog accent, purringly): "Your seat has been transferred to the rear compartment. Let me carry your bag."
 "Love" (with a confused expression, follows Our Maximun Leader. I carried the other bag. The people in the compartment were sprawled everywhere. Bill frantically sorted out the mess to see if there was a spare seat. In a surprisingly loud voice "Love" said) "Let's find out what the conductor has to say about all this."
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 The tea was just about ready when the old man came back - in a farmer's table-top Landrover. Most of us piled on and went to the scene of the crime where the car was quickly bounced out. We turned in at ten and didn't move off next day until nine.
-__Saturday, March 20th.__ The track led up a step ridge on top of which the stretcher track ran. We were to follow it to the east until it hit the Border track six miles away. The track ran up a steep grassy hill; a monstrous hill which separated us into two neat categories - sheep and goats. The stretcher track was very faint with only a blaze on a tree now and then to tell us we were on the thing at all. Several times we lost it and it proved very hard to find again. The staghorn and crowfeather ferns hung precariously in every tree, adding a strange beauty to the green void where the sun is almost a stranger. Lunch was taken in bits and pieces when we stopped for a rest or for a check of the map when marked tracks enteriing the main stretcher track. It was getting on in the afternoon and we were still miles from our intended lunch spot at the junction with the main border track. Bill decided that some of us should go on to the junction and prepare a camp site while the others come along as quickly as conditions would allow. Four of us with Bill out in front went on. We lost the track only once but it took us half an hour to find it again and were scratched to bits in the process. We saw only one snake on this track, a small two feet, light brown specimen. The cobwebs across the track were very thick; the bod out in front continually tearing them off his face. Bill and I arrived at the junction of the Stretcher track with the Stinson Wreck track about 3 p.m. The junction is about 100 yards from the main border track junction. We found water the first since breakfast in a shallow soak in a creek. There was a superb campsite. We went out to the lookout which afforded a view north along the Scenic Rim to Mt. Hobwee in the distance. Immediately below, the range of rolling hills went out to meet the blue Pacific with its fringe of golden sand stretching south until hidden by the bulk of Mt. Warning. Any view south was blocked by a ridge running into the valley.
+__Saturday, March 20th.__ The track led up a step ridge on top of which the stretcher track ran. We were to follow it to the east until it hit the Border track six miles away. The track ran up a steep grassy hill; a monstrous hill which separated us into two neat categories - sheep and goats. The stretcher track was very faint with only a blaze on a tree now and then to tell us we were on the thing at all. Several times we lost it and it proved very hard to find again. The staghorn and crowfeather ferns hung precariously in every tree, adding a strange beauty to the green void where the sun is almost a stranger. Lunch was taken in bits and pieces when we stopped for a rest or for a check of the map when marked tracks entering the main stretcher track. It was getting on in the afternoon and we were still miles from our intended lunch spot at the junction with the main border track. Bill decided that some of us should go on to the junction and prepare a camp site while the others come along as quickly as conditions would allow. Four of us with Bill out in front went on. We lost the track only once but it took us half an hour to find it again and were scratched to bits in the process. We saw only one snake on this track, a small two feet, light brown specimen. The cobwebs across the track were very thick; the bod out in front continually tearing them off his face. Bill and I arrived at the junction of the Stretcher track with the Stinson Wreck track about 3 p.m. The junction is about 100 yards from the main border track junction. We found water the first since breakfast in a shallow soak in a creek. There was a superb campsite. We went out to the lookout which afforded a view north along the Scenic Rim to Mt. Hobwee in the distance. Immediately below, the range of rolling hills went out to meet the blue Pacific with its fringe of golden sand stretching south until hidden by the bulk of Mt. Warning. Any view south was blocked by a ridge running into the valley.
-We returned to our packs to find the others had not arrived, altheugh it was over an hour since we had stopped. Bill decided that we should go back to see what was up. Half a mile back we found the others indulging in afternoon tea. They soon packed up when we told them about the lush campsite ahead and stories of cool mountain water mixed with fizzle-guzz1e drew words of approval from parched lips eager to end personal suffering.
+We returned to our packs to find the others had not arrived, although it was over an hour since we had stopped. Bill decided that we should go back to see what was up. Half a mile back we found the others indulging in afternoon tea. They soon packed up when we told them about the lush campsite ahead and stories of cool mountain water mixed with fizzle-guzz1e drew words of approval from parched lips eager to end personal suffering.
-It was 5 when we got back to our packs. The evening meal was prepared with none of the trouble and interruptions of the previeus evening. The quality of the meal had improved 100%. The dessert was the best of all and of course there was none left for seconds. All were in bed by nine and after a discussion of what the moon looked like if you had sufficient imagination, we went to sleep.
+It was 5 when we got back to our packs. The evening meal was prepared with none of the trouble and interruptions of the previous evening. The quality of the meal had improved 100%. The dessert was the best of all and of course there was none left for seconds. All were in bed by nine and after a discussion of what the moon looked like if you had sufficient imagination, we went to sleep.
-__Sunday March 21.__ Eight o'clock start. The track was followed north and found to be much bettor than the day before. Bill had told us at breakfast that we were at least half a day behind. The cool of the forest made walking quite pleasant and good time was made to Rat-a-Tat Camp where we devoted an hour to the worthy cause of lunch. Several leeches were roasted to the sadistic delight of every one with bloodstains on their socks. Our Estimable Navigator consulted his map again and gave his conservative estimate of forty minutes to the graded track. This was not just the idle chatter of a Frustrated Leader. The graded track ranged in width from three to six feet with a good surface of fallen leaves. We arrived at East Canungra Creek about five, but still three miles from the night camp. In the dark we took a wrong turning and walked a total of four miles out of our way. When we did get to Mt. Hobwee lack of water prevented us from making up our dehi. A miserable night.
+__Sunday March 21.__ Eight o'clock start. The track was followed north and found to be much better than the day before. Bill had told us at breakfast that we were at least half a day behind. The cool of the forest made walking quite pleasant and good time was made to Rat-a-Tat Camp where we devoted an hour to the worthy cause of lunch. Several leeches were roasted to the sadistic delight of every one with bloodstains on their socks. Our Estimable Navigator consulted his map again and gave his conservative estimate of forty minutes to the graded track. This was not just the idle chatter of a Frustrated Leader. The graded track ranged in width from three to six feet with a good surface of fallen leaves. We arrived at East Canungra Creek about five, but still three miles from the night camp. In the dark we took a wrong turning and walked a total of four miles out of our way. When we did get to Mt. Hobwee lack of water prevented us from making up our dehi. A miserable night.
 __Monday, March 22.__ We were all up at dawn to prepare breakfast and then to admire the view. Moved off at seven. The graded track ended at Wagawn Lookout and it was a case of following tree blazes down to the bushrangers cave. The track was lost again while Brian and John stood in the middle of a Gympie patch trying to convince us that this was the right way. There was a giant stinging tree about five feet through and fully seventy feet high. We followed the track to the border gate and climbed back into NSW around eleven o'clock. Bill rang the cab company again and we spread out on the grass. The gateman let us use his bathroom to clean up so by the time the cabs arrived we were once more presentable. The ride to Murwillimbah cost 50 shillings per taxi. One of the drivers arranged for us to have a shower at an hotel where we were to sample the ale and counter lunches.
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 We leap into the cars again and continue in the same direction, Duncan navigating by the Southern Cross which appears on our bow. The road suddenly ends at a T-shaped cross-road. This confuses our navigator more than somewhat and he goes round and round and round in circles with his flicker flicking till Wozziborn's chariot comes up and gets in the way. Rosso demands a showdown, and after much argument we all set off again heading for a line of traffic lights. Hurrah! This is the Hume Highway and we are saved.
-On we go through Gouiburn, through Braidwood, out along the Captain's Flat road and at the first btidge across the Shoalhaven we pull up for the night. Roger, of course, has been here for some hours and his party is already bedded down in the tussocky grass on the high river-bank. It is somewhere around midnight and the weather looks a bit threatening, but it is too far for anyone except Duncan to go across the river looking for tentpoles so we less prudent mortals just roll into our sleeping bags and pull tents or plastic sheets over us and hope for the best. Our luck is with us; despite the fact that it had rained a deluge on the way down, the clouds passed over and we had a dry night.
+On we go through Goulburn, through Braidwood, out along the Captain's Flat road and at the first bridge across the Shoalhaven we pull up for the night. Roger, of course, has been here for some hours and his party is already bedded down in the tussocky grass on the high river-bank. It is somewhere around midnight and the weather looks a bit threatening, but it is too far for anyone except Duncan to go across the river looking for tentpoles so we less prudent mortals just roll into our sleeping bags and pull tents or plastic sheets over us and hope for the best. Our luck is with us; despite the fact that it had rained a deluge on the way down, the clouds passed over and we had a dry night.
 We awake about 8 a.m. to see Digby arriving in his little car from Canberra. The party is roused out of bed. We cook breakfast and by 9 a.m. are whirling southwards again following Ross down a little-used country road to a station property called Khan Unis where we are to park the cars and the walking begins. But this can't come off without incident - (Remember, this is a Wyborn trip). Everyone has been told to follow on till they meet Ross's car parked on the road - "You can't go wrong!"
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 Down by the river we wait around idly counting arrivals till Duncan shows up. "What's this! Only 15! Who's missing?" Who, indeed, but Charley, only three weeks out from the Mother country. What does he know about the perils of the Australian bush? (Read the following article and you'll find out.)
-After repeated proddings ("Aw, nobody could go off a dead straight ridge"), Rosso is reluctantly urged up the ridge again to look for our lost lamb. It was now approaching sundown and no sign of the wanderers, so most of the party went on to set up camp in the shelter of the trees above the river flats where there was plenty of wood for a campfire. The new owners of Bendethera were spraying fertilizer from a tractor and clearing out rabbits with the aid of two yellow ferrets and set nets over all the exit holes. A pair of glorious horses gallppped round the flat, making Margaret's eyes gleam with delight. It wasn't long before she had wheedled permission out of the owner to have a ride next morning.
+After repeated proddings ("Aw, nobody could go off a dead straight ridge"), Rosso is reluctantly urged up the ridge again to look for our lost lamb. It was now approaching sundown and no sign of the wanderers, so most of the party went on to set up camp in the shelter of the trees above the river flats where there was plenty of wood for a campfire. The new owners of Bendethera were spraying fertilizer from a tractor and clearing out rabbits with the aid of two yellow ferrets and set nets over all the exit holes. A pair of glorious horses gallopped round the flat, making Margaret's eyes gleam with delight. It wasn't long before she had wheedled permission out of the owner to have a ride next morning.
 Rosso didn't join us till after dark. He had gone back up the ridge to where we had last seen Charley, shouting all the way, and had poked his head in all the caves and sinkholes and hollered "Charley!" but without result. There was nothing else for it but to wait till morning and organise a search party.
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+=====Don't Read This, It's The Way To Get Lost!=====
-DON'T READ THIS IT7S T WAY TO GET  LOST!
 Chubb Harding.
-(Chubb is a cheerful Prospective who has been out here 1:'."20DI England only
-about three 1u-BkD. The wild experiences he relatEt; here. happened on only his second or third bushwalk - Editor.)
-Didn't you see the title? Ittola you clearly not to read this rubbish. Put you are reading, so I might as well begin.
- The trouble all began on Ross i y-born's Deua River trip, ,Anzac reek- end. Richard, the 'cod in front, disappeared over the brow of Con Ridge. Waiting its chance, a black and red snake now made its appearance from a charred tree trunk. Having nevem- seen a live snake so close before,
-it seamed to hold me in a form of trance for what seemed to be a lifetime. Eventually thc snake made its mind up that it didnct feel like fresh meat today and wrig,-led off. This was just the beginning of the fun as you will see.
-That had become of Ross and the others was the next problem that hit me between the eyes. It seems so -easy When one is with the group to follow a bush track. No all alone the bush took on a new dimension. The trees and scrub had now turned into a wall around me. Calling out,
-Ira the far distance came back a faint reply. Following where I thought the
-sound had come from I went into the bush, but it was not very much like
-a track. The gums and scrub became, harder to get through with each step taken. Then under my feet I saw what locked like a snake. My first reaction was to scream and jump in the air. Only when it was too late did I see the snake turn out to be a 'Roo. rut I was already in orbit and about to crash land through a clump of thistles and bushes, so the fact that it was not a snake didn't help much The bushes collapsed under my weight and thistles stuck into my never mind. 7hen I came to,
-May, 1966 The 'Sydney Tushwalker 20.
-my legs seamed to be hanging in the Ecir. Really it was no wonder for
-I had jumped into a pothole shaft ancl only my wedgeapadk holding me up.
-Eventually crawling out I kept on walking deeper down into the sides of the creek below. 435, now my mina had turned to what might happen if
-no one found me. I had thoughts of having to light fires at night all around me to keep the dingos at bay. The only thing was, woulq they
- find my charred remains in the morning? Saved: I could hear someone coming through the scrub. Then the big surprise - they turned out to be Canberra University Potholore. I had followed their ball which had in fact been meant for two of their members who had also gone astray. After talking things over they felt it would be unwise for me to carry on looking for the S.7.7.. till the morning.
-Making camp on the sloping bank of the creek, we then settled down around a fire for our dinner. Late into the night a discussion was held on what creature would have found me first. It wasn't so good to know
-how many.
-Parting company with a grand bunch of lads early in the morning, I made my way down to the end of the creek. Finding a clearing and then
-a track, I was nearly sure this would lead to Ross and Company. After walking only a short way who should appear round the next bond but Dot and Roger. Both at seeing me burst out with big s#les: I told them my
-tale of the events which lea up to my meeting them. Roger made off to call in the search parties.
-Maybe you might think you'Can't got lost ih one weekend twice,
-but you're wrong for it can happen and it aid, but that's another tale.
-STOP PRESS!!
-The latest laett-^nr-,ws of Snow :rown and Pill Ketas is that they were involved in a car accident somewhere in Yugoslavia. Dill ended up in hospital with a broken pelvis and internal
- injuries and Snow with shock etc. The address to send them messages is cheer is below -
-C/- Flat 2, 37 Primrose Gardens, Telsize Park,
-LONDON. N.7.3.
-e
-, The Sydney. Dushwalker May, 1966
-PH.ILOSOPHY.
-.Frank Leyden.
-Philosophy as a subject comes from great antiquity. It means
-the love, study and purstof wisdom or of the knowledge of things and
-their causes. Such things may be theoretical or practical. The
-basis of science or of religion comes from philosophy. It lies behinq and above all other knowledge we have or use.
- Customarily reserved for the halls of learning and the intellectual, the subject, to a remarkable degree, has been denied the man in the street. Surrounded by protective coatings of impenetrable scholarliness, philosophy has been reserved to the priveleged few.
-For any philosophy to be worth consideration it must be meant
-for anybody at all who wishes to reach for it. It is the servant of the commoner and king alike and not something to be regarded with awe.
-The second principle of such a philosophy is that it must be capable of being applied. Learning locked away in antiquated books
-is not much value to anyone unless it can loe used. The Third principle is that any philosophic knowledge is only valuable if it is true or if it works.
-A philosophy can only be a route to knowledge. It cannot be
-crmmed down anybody's throat. If one has a route, he can then find
-. what is true for him. Know Theyself .. and the truth shall set you free.
-Common man likes to be tippy and well. He likes to be able to understand things and he knows his route to freedom lies through knowledge.
-Scientology (Latin: Scioknowing, Greek: logos  study) is a system of organised axioms resolving problems of the spirit, life
-and thought, developed by a Doctor of Philosophy through the application of the Scientific Method to the Humanities.
-It is a new form of applied philosophy and bushwalkers often
-inclined to the philosophic vein, may be interest to join me in a visit to a Scientology Meeting.
-May, 1966
-The Sydney Dushwalker 22,
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+(Chubb is a cheerful Prospective who has been out here from England only about three weeks. The wild experiences he relates here happened on only his second or third bushwalk - Editor.)
+Didn't you see the title? It told you clearly not to read this rubbish. But you are reading, so I might as well begin.
+The trouble all began on Ross Wyborn's Deua River trip, Anzac week-end. Richard, the bod in front, disappeared over the brow of Con Ridge. Waiting its chance, a black and red snake now made its appearance from a charred tree trunk. Having never seen a live snake so close before, it seemed to hold me in a form of trance for what seemed to be a lifetime. Eventually the snake made its mind up that it didn't feel like fresh meat today and wriggled off. This was just the beginning of the fun as you will see.
+What had become of Ross and the others was the next problem that hit me between the eyes. It seems so easy when one is with the group to follow a bush track. Now all alone the bush took on a new dimension. The trees and scrub had now turned into a wall around me. Calling out, in the far distance came back a faint reply. Following where I thought the sound had come from I went into the bush, but it was not very much like a track. The gums and scrub became harder to get through with each step taken. Then under my feet I saw what looked like a snake. My first reaction was to scream and jump in the air. Only when it was too late did I see the snake turn out to be a 'Roo. But I was already in orbit and about to crash land through a clump of thistles and bushes, so the fact that it was not a snake didn't help much. The bushes collapsed under my weight and thistles stuck into my never mind. When I came to, my legs seamed to be hanging in the air. Really it was no wonder for I had jumped into a pothole shaft and only my wedged pack holding me up. Eventually crawling out I kept on walking deeper down into the sides of the creek below. By now my mind had turned to what might happen if no one found me. I had thoughts of having to light fires at night all around me to keep the dingos at bay. The only thing was, would they find my charred remains in the morning? Saved! I could hear someone coming through the scrub. Then the big surprise - they turned out to be Canberra University Potholors. I had followed their call which had in fact been meant for two of their members who had also gone astray. After talking things over they felt it would be unwise for me to carry on looking for the S.B.W. till the morning.
+Making camp on the sloping bank of the creek, we then settled down around a fire for our dinner. Late into the night a discussion was held on what creature would have found me first. It wasn't so good to know how many.
+Parting company with a grand bunch of lads early in the morning, I made my way down to the end of the creek. Finding a clearing and then a track, I was nearly sure this would lead to Ross and Company. After walking only a short way who should appear round the next bend but Dot and Roger. Both at seeing me burst out with big smiles. I told them my tale of the events which led up to my meeting them. Roger made off to call in the search parties.
+Maybe you might think you can't got lost in one weekend twice, but you're wrong for it can happen and it did, but that's another tale.
+----
+====Stop Press!!====
+The latest latest news of Snow Brown and Bill Ketas is that they were involved in a car accident somewhere in Yugoslavia. Bill ended up in hospital with a broken pelvis and internal injuries and Snow with shock etc. The address to send them messages of cheer is below -
+C/- Flat 2, 37 Primrose Gardens, Belsize Park, London. N.W.3.
+----
+=====Philosophy.=====
+Frank Leyden.
+Philosophy as a subject comes from great antiquity. It means the love, study and pursuit of wisdom or of the knowledge of things and their causes. Such things may be theoretical or practical. The basis of science or of religion comes from philosophy. It lies behind and above all other knowledge we have or use.
+Customarily reserved for the halls of learning and the intellectual, the subject, to a remarkable degree, has been denied the man in the street. Surrounded by protective coatings of impenetrable scholarliness, philosophy has been reserved to the priveleged few.
+For any philosophy to be worth consideration it must be meant for anybody at all who wishes to reach for it. It is the servant of the commoner and king alike and not something to be regarded with awe.
+The second principle of such a philosophy is that it must be capable of being applied. Learning locked away in antiquated books is not much value to anyone unless it can be used. The Third principle is that any philosophic knowledge is only valuable if it is true or if it works.
+A philosophy can only be a route to knowledge. It cannot be crammed down anybody's throat. If one has a route, he can then find what is true for him. Know Theyself.... and the truth shall set you free.
+Common man likes to be happy and well. He likes to be able to understand things and he knows his route to freedom lies through knowledge.
+Scientology (Latin: Scio - knowing, Greek: logos - study) is a system of organised axioms resolving problems of the spirit, life and thought, developed by a Doctor of Philosophy through the application of the Scientific Method to the Humanities.
+It is a new form of applied philosophy and bushwalkers, often inclined to the philosophic vein, may be interest to join me in a visit to a Scientology Meeting.
+----
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