I used to think that people who used the word "lowing" to describe the speech of cows pretentious. Cows mooed. They didn't low. I don't find the word so pretentious anymore. On a night thick with fog, when the sound of a single cow reverberates across the pastures, the hairs on the back of one's neck stand up. It is one of the loneliest, most
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