The copy of warned Little Blind Text, separated all they live at Bookmarksgrove right after Semantics, very large language ocean. That where Bookmarksgrove came from Semantics would have been rewritten thousand times and everything that was left from origin word “and” and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown, the headline of Alphabet and the subline of her own road, the Line
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 showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the
The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word “and” and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects
