a strange coincidence or : dejavoo ; the biggest crow i have ever seen sat above me and warned me of any approach

the two bridges above are in brantford ontario canada ; on the right side of the picture is but a former favorite spot of mine ; i had a spot there i used to go to ; in between the two bridges ; both bridges lead to st johns church were i was confirmed ; kinda funny the refrence below to ireland ; part of my ancestry in blood line ; iyou might find remanents of my special spot there still ; a stone with my initials on it ; if it is still there ; i dont go there anymore after someone destroyed the spot ; i chased them but could not catch the perpitrators ;
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BruffBruff (An Brú in
Irish) is a small town in east
County Limerick, in the midwest of
Ireland, located on the old
Limerick–
Cork road (
R512). The town lies on the Morning Star river, with unusually, two bridges in the town itself. The area around Bruff is quite scenic, and the horse-shoe lake of
Lough Gur is nearby.
IN FLANDERS FIELD 1ST WORLD WAR
In Flanders Fields By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army
IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
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