No art ever came out of not risking your neck. — Eudora Welty
No art ever came out of not risking your neck. — Eudora Welty
No art ever came out of not risking your neck. — Eudora Welty
No art ever came out of not risking your neck. — Eudora Welty
No art ever came out of not risking your neck. — Eudora Welty
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No art ever came out of not risking your neck.

— Eudora Welty
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