Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

1. Impenetrable foliage<\/strong> of my trees, and but a few stray gleams.<\/li>
2. A wonderful serenity<\/strong> has taken possession of my entire soul.<\/li>
3. I should be incapable of drawing<\/strong> a single stroke at the present moment.<\/li><\/ol>\n\n\n\n

   I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment and yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarks.<\/strong><\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

   • Impenetrable foliage<\/strong> of my trees, and but a few stray gleams.<\/li>
   • A wonderful serenity<\/strong> has taken possession of my entire soul.<\/li>
   • I should be incapable<\/strong> of drawing a single stroke at the present moment. <\/li><\/ul>\n\n\n\n<\/span>\n\n\n\n

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