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Oh Dallas, how did you do it?
I keep telling Magda, or rather, I keep telling myself for Magda's sake that I'm going to drive around this damn town with my camera in tow so I can prove it to her. These fakely blue skies hung up with string, soggy tumbleweeds wretching across suburban highway stretches, cows. So many cows. When you see a herd of them grazing as a prelude to slaughter, shift your head up and see the clouds above them, stampeding en masse, all those dreams of all those cows percolating up into the atmosphere, running due west. I wish you were here so you could see it, see these clouds, believe me when I say they're here, and why they're here. Because I know. Because I've thought about it for a very long time.
I keep telling Magda, or rather, I keep telling myself for Magda's sake that I'm going to drive around this damn town with my camera in tow so I can prove it to her. These fakely blue skies hung up with string, soggy tumbleweeds wretching across suburban highway stretches, cows. So many cows. When you see a herd of them grazing as a prelude to slaughter, shift your head up and see the clouds above them, stampeding en masse, all those dreams of all those cows percolating up into the atmosphere, running due west. I wish you were here so you could see it, see these clouds, believe me when I say they're here, and why they're here. Because I know. Because I've thought about it for a very long time.