Twelve Rosy Ova

Upon the antique table sat a basket brimming with an assortment of delicate pink eggs. Each shell was almost translucent, cradling within its fragile walls the promise of new life. A single beam of light pierced through the window, illuminating the eggs in a gentle glow. Their soft pink hues seemed
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