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Siskin

A rainy, April morning. An unmistakable buzzing between the rain drops. Could it be? Why, yes. A pair of pine siskins. A familiar face, perhaps not, but a surprise and a smile for certain. One truly never knows what waits in the woods. Maybe the same stand of trees, yet on a different day. The same bright sun, filtered by a new sky. The same local birds, singing new songs.  

 
 

Something new around each corner. Another memory up for the taking. Go out and grab it.

Kyle