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“There was a man that hated his footprints and his shadow, so one day he thought that if he ran fast enough, his footprints and shadow would not be able to follow him and then he never ever had to look at them again. He ran and he ran as fast as he could, but the shadow and the footprints had no problems keeping up to him. And he ran even faster and all of a sudden he fell dead to the ground. But if he been standing still there hadn't been any footprints and if he had been resting under a tree his shadow had been swallowed of the trees shadow.”

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Benjamin Hoff
Benjamin Hoff

Benjamin Hoff is an American author born in 1946. He is best known for his book 'The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance,' which combines philosophy, psychology, and travel stories to explore the essence of life and creative thinking. more

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