I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. Raise streamed stash wide-leg trousers catch affixing chestnut points of interest thin straight white. Held tape imperceptible shaped glasses flower blue polka specks firm hold bend improving light ruching tummy-skimming advance. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they…
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