The cows low lazily, the horses amble towards the barn. I pass at 50 miles an hour, car full of gregarious children and silly songs. The peaceful landscape is streaked with a blurred yellow line. How much of life am I experiencing from this metal rocket on this gray asphault? We're rushing again and there are the cows, lazily chewing. I imagine a simpler life. I see a simpler landscape.

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