By Ashley Teague
A lesbian stood next to my boyfriend on the top of a very large hill, or rather small mountain, on the outskirts of our town of Chantilly where kids in cars came to grope at each other and once it was rumored an old man fell, or more likely, leapt to death. Because I wasn’t there my boyfriend turned to the woman next to him and said, “Geez, look at that moon. I can’t believe the simplicity with which nature produces these intricate works of art.”
