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title: New Beginnings
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date: "2015-05-28T22:40:32.169Z"
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description: This is a custom description for SEO and Open Graph purposes, rather than the default generated excerpt. Simply add a description field to the frontmatter.
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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and
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Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove
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right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named
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Duden flows by their place and supplies it 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 bad
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Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text
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didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and
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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 had a last
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view back on the skyline of her hometown _Bookmarksgrove_, the headline of
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[Alphabet Village](http://google.com) and the subline of her own road, the Line
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Lane. Pityful a rhetoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her
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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 long until a
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few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with
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[Longe and Parole](http://google.com) and dragged her into their agency, where
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they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been
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rewritten, then they are still using her.
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> Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and
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> Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove
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> right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean.
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It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your
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mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is
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an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the
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name of Lorem Ipsum 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 of bad
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Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text
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didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and
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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
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impassive fruitlessly shut
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When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view
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back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet
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Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rhetoric
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question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a
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copy.
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> The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have
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> been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin
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> would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and
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> return to its own, safe country.
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But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a
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few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole
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and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects
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again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using
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her. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and
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Consonantia, 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 Semantics, a
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large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and
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supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in
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which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.
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Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an
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almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the
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name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox
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advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild
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Question Marks and devious 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 made herself on
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the way. 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 headline of
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Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a
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rhetoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she
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met a 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 would have
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been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin
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would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return
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to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it
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didn’t take 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 abused her
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for their projects again and again.
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