Yesterday, though, I was into words.
God Loves You
I thought what I thought when I read it from an airplane, letters carved into field grass. What I thought when it was painted on hillside rocks.
I know, thanks. But ... Why. Are. You. Shouting?
Then I saw the tiny letters inserted mid-message: "doES NOT"
Whispered despair?
Angry spit?
Maybe, proof ... Some people remain hard of hearing.
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