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.
She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.
It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.
Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way.