Zen Pencils by Gavin Aung Than for March 07, 2016

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PANT PANT PANT BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM When nothing seems to help, I would go and look at a stonecutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it would split in two. CRACK CLANG And I knew it was not that blow that did it, but all that had gone before. - Jacob A. Riis