The screen in this window pixellates a sky into thousands of grays.
By a strange coincidence, Thousands of Grays is the name of some recent Confederate Orgy Porn viewable on the internet.
I cop to watching COP. My time in Georgia. The windows there were full of azaleas and pine pollen and a humid sort of television.
Visiting Stone Mountain, my children and other children played with bubbles on the lawn. A rare local color foray. Rainbows transparent.
I never hiked to the top nor learned the heroes of the Southern Secession. The date each state seceded was marked along the path.
The day I joined the CSA I died a little inside, I imagine Virginia saying.
Yes, Virginia. And the rebel caps fly into the air as if someone is cheering and not stripping down to rock.
Her world.
