Linda Kloe

A wonderful serenity has taken possession of her entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which she enjoy with her whole heart. He is alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like her. And so happy, her dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that she neglect her talents. She should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment. She throw herself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as she lie close to the earth. Thousand unknown plants are noticed by her. When she hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove.