Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom.She apparently succeeds. As she concludes,
My beloved is mine, and I am his; he grazes among the lilies.17 Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle or a young stag on cleft mountains.
So also the quest to catch all the little problems that add up to an unreadable, unlovable text, of which nine are specifically targeted in this poster presentation.
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