Smiling at their fate!
Living along the destiny.
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"Bow, its lower part, pulled back. Bow, its upper part, straightened. On tiptoe, I crept, silently. On tiptoe, I took the aim. And there I caught them running." A pig-hunting song in the Aka-Juwoi language of Great Andamnese
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