Even the all-powerful Pointing

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A wonderful serenity has completely taken over my soul, much like the sweet mornings of spring that I cherish with all my heart. Alone, I truly appreciate the charm of existence in this special spot, designed for the bliss of souls like mine. Consequently, my happiness is profound, my dear friend, as I immerse myself in the exquisite beauty that surrounds me. At this moment, I am so content and absorbed in the tranquil essence of mere existence that I neglect my talents. Ironically, I find myself unable to draw a single stroke; yet, I feel that I have never been a greater artist than I am now.

When the lovely valley is enveloped in vapor around me, the midday sun illuminates the upper surface of the dense foliage of my trees. Only a few stray rays manage to penetrate the inner sanctuary. Therefore, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream. As I lie close to the earth, I notice a thousand unknown plants. Moreover, hearing the buzz of the little world among the stalks, I become familiar with the countless indescribable forms of insects and flies. In that moment, I sense the presence of the Almighty, who created us in His own image, and the breath of universal love that supports and sustains us, floating around us in an eternity of bliss.

The weight of the magnificence of these visions settles upon me! A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, reminiscent of these sweet spring mornings. In solitude, I feel the charm of existence in this spot, which is created for the bliss of souls like mine. Thus, my happiness is profound, my dear friend, as I am absorbed in the exquisite beauty surrounding me.

I throw myself down among the tall grass

The lovely valley, with vapor surrounding me, and the sun striking the foliage, creates a scene of tranquility. As I lie among the tall grass by the trickling stream, I notice a thousand unknown plants. The buzz of the little world among the stalks becomes familiar, as I observe the countless indescribable forms of insects.

Text, that where it came from it

Far, far away, behind the word mountains, lies the land of blind texts, far from the countries of Vokalia and Consonantia. Separated, they reside in Bookmarksgrove, right at the coast of Semantics, a vast language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place, supplying it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country where roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control over the blind texts; it is an almost unorthographic life. One day, however, a small line of blind text named Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her against it, warning of the thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks, and devious Semikoli.

  • Far, far away, behind the word mountain
  • Upon reaching the first hills
  • A small river named Duden flows
  • A small river named Duden flows by their place.
  • Far, far away, behind the word mountain

Unfortunately, copywriters ambushed her, intoxicating her with Longe and Parole, dragging her into their agency, where they exploited her for their projects repeatedly. If she hasn’t been rewritten, they are still using her. Thus, far, far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries of Vokalia and Consonantia, the blind texts continue to exist. Separated, they live in Bookmarksgrove, right at the coast of Semantics, where a small river named Duden flows by their place.

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