The Curious Case of the Pink Eggs

It was a spring/summer/autumn morning, the sun shining brightly/softly/gently. In the garden/yard/back porch, sat a wooden/ wicker/metal basket brimming with vibrant/pastel/light pink eggs. They weren't chicken/quail/duck eggs, that much was clear. Their smooth/rough/waxy shells glistened/sparkled/shimmered in the sunlight. A website gentle/curious

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