Four eggs for breakfast, fried in a brushing of olive oil, lightly salted... so perfect.
As the warm days grew longer and the sunshine stronger, the chicks readied themselves for life outside the egg.
The eggs in the light of day felt as if they were each a pastel promise, each a new bird ready to learn how to fly and sing.
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