I find eggs in unexpected places when the girls mischievously lay them outside their nesting box. Sometimes I put them in my pocket. Sometimes I forget that I put that egg in my pocket. Sometimes I get a drippy gooey surprise.
I find eggs in unexpected places when the girls mischievously lay them outside their nesting box. Sometimes I put them in my pocket. Sometimes I forget that I put that egg in my pocket. Sometimes I get a drippy gooey surprise.
I went up in the attic, out to the garage and into the far depths of my studio and pulled out boxes of dusty, crusty moth-eaten, beautiful stuff.
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