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This morning when I got up at seven, we still had the windows open over night and it was 66 degrees inside and 58 outside and I heard this strange loud whistling sound. So I went out front and looked up into a large maple tree and there right above me staring at me was a large barn owl. Wow, again, it was if I was interacting with a spirit realm again. Of course my words are useless to the owl, but his sound was very attractive to me.
Then I went over to feed the birds and squirrels, as on each morning.
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