Where buffalo graze, must be the freest place to be — where South Dakota traffic stands still for minutes, as buffalo glide over the highway between patches of untouched grass, not fearful of the speed of automobiles, zipping past, buffalos live by their motto, from what I’ve seen, to live with your herd, gracefully stampeding free.

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