When I was scattering my dad's ashes in the Colorado River, right as I started to pour, a mating pair of blue herons basically buzzed me. Flew right over my head. They had seemingly come out of nowhere. My aunt actually got a picture of it. Earlier, at a friend's wedding on a beach in Mexico, right as 'I now pronounce you man and wife' was stated and he and she kissed, a white dove flew right over their heads. His last name is Dove. It's an amazing world.
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Jeff 
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