colors

Also notice they are NOT IN DESERT COLORS, but they are camouflaged. Where are these tanks going?

I was born for slaughter, but in the abattoir I bolted and escaped as the rough gate slid. Only he came with me. Now, high above the city, I traipse through the living room with my dripping watering can toward the screen to the balcony garden, past his face, flushed in excitement at his book...