@pie-element/passage 7.4.4 → 8.0.0-next.20261002094057

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>