The dark swallowed him, but his dragging footsteps could be heard a long time after he had gone, footsteps along the road; and a car came by on the highway, and its lights showed the ragged man shuffling along the road, his head hanging down and his hands in the black coat pockets.

Vouloir le faire donne les ailes à la faire vite et bien.

Each arrow flies differently. You can shoot a thousand arrows and each one will follow a different trajectory: that is the way of the bow.

" I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream of Art. "

Written By Kiran Gunjkar

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