Main

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4

site type

3 (personal blog or private political site, e.g. Blogspot, Substack, also small blogs on own domains)

review version

11

html import

20 (imported)

Events

first seen date

2024-09-15 05:59:18

expired found date

-

created at

2024-09-15 05:59:18

updated at

2026-03-04 13:57:25

Domain name statistics

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32

crc

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tld

2211

nm parts

0

nm random digits

0

nm rare letters

0

Connections

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replaced with id

0

related id

-

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dns alternative id

0

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Subdomains and pages

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page imported products

0

page imported random

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page imported parking

0

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0

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0

count dns errors

0

count cert errors

0

count timeouts

0

count http 429

0

count http 404

0

count http 403

0

count http 5xx

0

next operation date

-

Server

server bits

server ip

-

Mainpage statistics

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20

mp rejected date

-

mp saved date

-

mp size orig

150889

mp size raw text

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mp inner links count

12

mp inner links status

20 (imported)

Open Graph

title

(no title)

description

site name

author

updated

2026-02-27 20:25:30

raw text

Skip to content Menu The Apocrypha of Noah, from the beginning Twelve It’s as though he’s never seen the stars before, the opaque luminosity of the Milky Way, the rapid twinkle of the stars near the horizon, the reds and blues only seen just out of focus from the corner of his eye, each twinkling to white when looked at directly, the occasional sprint of a falling star breaking free of the cacophony, the great girdle binding the sky to the earth, a hero’s embrace. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” she asks, gently pulling his arm a little more tightly about her. He leans in and puts his chin on her shoulder, still keeping his eyes on the heavens, his arm about her waist, her sitting between his legs on the roof outside his room. “I never knew…” he replies, “it was always so hard to see through the smog.” “They say it’s like this all over the city now. Out in the Reaches you can see almost from one horizon to another, and on a moonless night they say it’s like a sparkling roof laid...

Text analysis

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0 (-)

block type

0 (no issues)

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1 (English)

category id

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spam phrases

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text matched dictionaries

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RSS

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2024-09-16 16:28:18

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rss spam phrases

0

rss detected language

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Sitemap

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40 (completed successful import of reports.txt file to table in_pages)

sitemap review version

2

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15

sitemap urls adult

0

sitemap filtered products

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sitemap filtered videos

0

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2024-09-16 10:42:01

sitemap process date

2024-09-16 10:42:02

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-

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