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Some days, I don’t even know why I write. Especially here on substack. The other day I thought I saw a extremely pale man on a cross as I drove by a dead sunflower field. It was an old scare crow, but it made me think of Jesus. All bled out on that cross, alone, naked, with jews and bystanders walking by and “wagging” their heads. I got physically sick in my stomach. The pale man… alone. Who are we???

I am not going to ask you to subscribe or share. I am not worthy of that. I am just a dog licking up the blood at the base of that cross. I sure could use your prayers if you do get this message in a bottle.

help, Pray.