This is an image test. Here is some text that will appear above the image. The image will be right underneath here, floated to the right, and any text following the image will appear around it.

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More text here, a bit of prose: If in some smothering dreams you too could pace, Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood, Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud, Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, My friend, you would not tell with such high zest, To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.