When I was over at Dave's and Jessica's place to visit last week, a group of letters near the front entrance had been arranged to spell spring, which is still, at least until next week, the season we are, technically, in right now.
About the time I left, however, someone with a sense of humor had rearranged the words so it instead appeared this way:
No, that "someone" was not me. Though I was tempted.
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