We drive out listening to Bruce Springsteen. The road is unpaved, rocky. We bounce up and down in our seats. My stomach starts to feel sick from all the bumping. I never know where we are. We stop suddenly and I am thrown forward and crash against the front seat. Some cows are crossing the road, including a black baby cow with a white spot in the shape of a heart. We wait for the herd to pass, but they are taking their time, grazing around. I wonder how these cows are not steaks already in this heat.
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