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God talks to me....

I saw a magnificent white bird (may have been a heron or a crane) flying over 17 in Campbell. Its wings were so wide that it took a few seconds for a flap to make it all the way to the end. It was like watching it in slow motion, a gigantic, lazy white kite. And it was as graceful as a dancer. The bird didn't seem real at all, like it was an opening scene of an art house movie (instead of Campbell, it should have been Berlin). Fortunately the traffic was moving so I could spend a few seconds watching it make its progress.