A deep serenity fills my soul, like the sweet mornings of spring I enjoy wholeheartedly. Alone, I feel the charm of existence in this place, made for souls like mine. So absorbed in tranquility, I neglect my talents. Yet I feel like a greater artist than ever.
When, while the lovely valley teems with
As vapor surrounds me and the sun strikes the dense foliage, with only a few stray beams reaching the sanctuary, I lie in the grass by the stream. I notice unknown plants, hear the buzz of life among the stalks, and become familiar with countless insects. In that moment, I feel the presence of the Almighty and the universal love that sustains us, floating around us in eternal bliss.
I sink under the weight of the splendour of these visions!A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which
I sink under the weight of the splendor of these visions! A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone and feel the charm of existence in this spot, created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend.
So absorbed in the exquis
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I throw myself down among the tall grass
I feel unable to draw now, yet I’ve never been a greater artist. As vapor fills the valley and the sun strikes the dense foliage, I lie in the grass by the stream, noticing unknown plants, hearing the buzz of life, and becoming familiar with countless insects.
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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 its place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control over the blind texts; they lead an almost unorthographic life.
One day, a small line of blind text called Lorem Ipsum chose to venture to the far-off World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox warned her of bad Commas, wild Question Marks, and tricky Semicolons she might encounter.
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- When she reached the first hills
- A small river named Duden flows
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- Far far away, behind the word mountain
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