Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live on.
The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli.
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.
ar from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast.
Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost life One day however a small line of blind text.
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.