Every year, right before the ice on the lake is about to melt, two big white swans make themselves at home on Snail. I'm pretty sure they catch-up on the gossip with the Canadian geese and stretch their wings a bit. It's like they're getting the party started. Bring on the summer, the grilling, the starry nights, the bonfires, the volleyball, the drive-ins. Soon enough, we'll be walking on sunshine.
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