A COLLECTION OF EGGS IN A ROSY HUE

She carefully lifted the hamper, its twined handle smooth beneath her hands. Inside, nestled amongst soft hay, lay a dazzling collection of eggs the color of roses. Each one was a perfect oval, its shiny shell a pleasant shade of rose quartz. They were unlike any eggs she had ever seen in her many years. A smile lit up her face, and she held close

Upon the antique table sat a basket brimming with twelve delicate pink eggs. Each shell was smooth and glossy, cradling within its fragile walls the promise of new life. A single ray of sunlight pierced through the window, illuminating the eggs in a gentle glow. Their gentle shades held captive a melody, inviting a closer look. The sheen of the