@pie-element/passage 7.1.2-next.1 → 7.1.2

package/docs/demo/config.js

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+const { model } = require('./generate');
+
+module.exports = {
+  elements: {
+    'passage-element': '../..',
+  },
+  models: [model('1', 'passage-element')],
+};

package/docs/demo/generate.js

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+exports.model = (id, element) => ({
+  id,
+  element,
+  passages: [
+    {
+      teacherInstructions: 'Teacher instructions for first tab',
+      title: 'Hope Is the Thing with Feathers',
+      subtitle: 'from <em>The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson</em>',
+      author: 'by Emily Dickinson',
+      text: '<p><font style="visibility:hidden">00000</font>Hope is the thing with feathers<br /><font style="visibility:hidden">00000</font>That perches in the soul,<br /><font style="visibility:hidden">00000</font>And sings the tune without the words,<br /><font style="visibility:hidden">00000</font>And never stops at all,</p><p>5<font style="visibility:hidden">0000</font>And sweetest in the gale is heard;<br /><font style="visibility:hidden">00000</font>And sore must be the storm<br /><font style="visibility:hidden">00000</font>That could abash the little bird<br /><font style="visibility:hidden">00000</font>That kept so many warm.</p><p><font style="visibility:hidden">00000</font>I&#8217;ve heard it in the chillest land,<br />10<font style="visibility:hidden">000</font>And on the strangest sea;<br /><font style="visibility:hidden">00000</font>Yet, never, in extremity,<br /><font style="visibility:hidden">00000</font>It asked a crumb of me.</p>',
+    },
+    {
+      title: 'Ineskeen Road, July Evening',
+      text: `The bicycles go by in twos and threes -<br/>
+        There's a dance in Billy Brennan's barn tonight,<br/>
+        And there's the half-talk code of mysteries<br/>
+        And the wink-and-elbow language of delight.<br/>
+        Half-past eight and there is not a spot<br/>
+        Upon a mile of road, no shadow thrown<br/>
+        That might turn out a man or woman, not<br/>
+        A footfall tapping secrecies of stone. <br/>
+        <p/>
+        I have what every poet hates in spite<br/>
+        Of all the solemn talk of contemplation.<br/>
+        Oh, Alexander Selkirk knew the plight<br/>
+        Of being king and government and nation.<br/>
+        A road, a mile of kingdom. I am king<br/>
+        Of banks and stones and every blooming thing.<br/>
+        `,
+    },
+  ],
+});

package/docs/demo/index.html

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+<passage-element pie-id="1"></passage-element>