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Twelve Rosy Ova

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Upon the antique table sat a basket brimming with a multitude of delicate pink eggs. Each shell was almost translucent, cradling within its fragile walls the promise of new life. A single shard of golden warmth pierced https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1qL-aIM5KxaBFeWx9uqNsFK4KthW88k7ORDu_7a02O8s/edit?usp=sharing
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