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Our Umbraco theme is changing!
Umbraco, or Ascender as it will now be called is evolving once again. Our successful first foray into a default theme for our websites will be moving from being a child theme of 2011 into a full fledged parent. Already forks of umbraco have been created and are in production, so this year was a great time to remodel the core.
Stay tuned to this site to see the changes!
Test Post 2
adia was in space again and once again Aurora could be made out as a globe. D.G. was busy elsewhere and the entire ship had about it a vague but pervasive air of emergency, as though it were on a battle footing, as though it were being pursued or expected pursuit. Gladia shook her head. She could think clearly; she felt well; but when her mind turned back to that time in the Institute, shortly after Amadiro had left her, a curiously pervasive unreality swept over her. There was a gap in time. One moment she had been sitting on the couch, feeling sleepy; the next there were four robots and a woman in the room who had not been there before.
She had fallen asleep, then, but there was no awareness, no memory, that she had done so. There was a gap of nonexistence. Thinking back, she had recognized the woman after the fact. It was Vasilia Aliena–the daughter whom Gladia had replaced in the affections of Han Fastolfe. Gladia had never actually seen Vasilia, though she had viewed her on hyperwave several times. Gladia always thought of her as a distant and inimical other self.