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Snap the Whip Winslow Homer (1872)
You know the game: everybody runs hard as they can, holding hands, and then the boy on the near end suddenly stops, sets his feet hard against the ground, and the others swing, like a gate made of children, swinging faster the farther out, fighting centrifugal force now to keep from being flung away, flung out of the sudden circle this line of children has become a radius of, and those farthest out have to hang on for dear life. What saves them is how tight they and their friends can hold on, and for how long. The farthest from the center need the strongest friends.
— Millard Dunn
Millard Dunn is the author of Places We Could Never Find Alone.
The Art & Soul of the Sandhills
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