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.
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.
A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies
A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies
A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies
A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies
A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies
A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies
A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies
A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies
