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okmarks­gro­ve 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 of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum deci­ded to lea­ve for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advi­sed her not to do so, becau­se the­re were thousands of bad Com­mas, wild Ques­ti­on Marks and devious Semi­ko­li, but the Litt­le Blind Text didn’t lis­ten. She packed her seven ver­sa­lia, put her initi­al into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Ita­lic Moun­tains, she had a last view back on the sky­line of her home­town Book­marks­gro­ve, the head­line of Alpha­bet Vil­la­ge and the sub­li­ne of her own road, the Line Lane. Pity­ful a retho­ric ques­ti­on ran over her cheek, then she con­ti­nued her way. On her way she met a copy. 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.

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