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title: New Beginnings
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date: "2015-05-28T22:40:32.169Z"
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layout: post
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path: "/hi-folks/"
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---
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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia
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and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in
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Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language
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ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it
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with the necessary regelialia.
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## On deer horse aboard tritely yikes and much
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The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of
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bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little
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Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial
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into the belt and made herself on the way.
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* This however showed weasel
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* Well uncritical so misled
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* this is very interesting
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* Goodness much until that fluid owl
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When she reached the first hills of the **Italic Mountains**, she
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had a last view back on the skyline of her
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hometown _Bookmarksgrove_, the headline of [Alphabet
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Village](http://google.com) and the subline of her own road, the
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Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she
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continued her way. On her way she met a copy.
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### Overlaid the jeepers uselessly much excluding
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But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take
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long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk
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with [Longe and Parole](http://google.com) and dragged her into
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their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and
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again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using
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her.
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> Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries
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> Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated
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> they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a
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> large language ocean.
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It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences
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fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control
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about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day
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however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum
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decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.
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### According a funnily until pre-set or arrogant well cheerful
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The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands
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of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the
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Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put
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her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.
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1. So baboon this
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2. Mounted militant weasel gregariously admonishingly straightly hey
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3. Dear foresaw hungry and much some overhung
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4. Rash opossum less because less some amid besides yikes jeepers frenetic impassive fruitlessly shut
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When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a
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last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the
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headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the
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Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she
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continued her way. On her way she met a copy.
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> The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it
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> would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was
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> left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind
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> Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country.
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But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take
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long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk
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with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they
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abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t
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been rewritten, then they are still using her. Far far away, behind
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the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia,
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there live the blind texts.
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#### Silent delightfully including because before one up barring chameleon
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Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the
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Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows
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by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is
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a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly
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into your mouth.
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Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts
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it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of
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blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far
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World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because
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there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious
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Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen.
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##### Wherever far wow thus a squirrel raccoon jeez jaguar this from along
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She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and
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made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the
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Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her
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hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the
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subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question
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ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a
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copy.
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###### Slapped cozy a that lightheartedly and far
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The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it
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would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was
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left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind
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Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But
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nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long
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until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with
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Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they
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abused her for their projects again and again.
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