Highway CA-128. It was a bright, warm
afternoon, and the sun riding already in the west promised a clear, pleasant
evening. I looked absently and dreamily at the rolling hills and vineyards, and
suddenly I caught a glimpse of pigs. Suspicion came to me that these pigs
existed there only as a phantom of my imagination. I stopped the car. The pigs
were real.
There was something enormously powerful about the whole
scene. There was this sunlight, there was this dust everywhere, there was plenty
of food, and there was a big happy family of pigs.
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