Walking my dog early one morning in the spring, we came across a perfectly broken robin’s egg. The color was just as you would expect. Just as you would imagine. Robin’s egg blue. It sat there among the leaves, stones and twigs, all alone. So beautiful, so wondrous. I imagined, I hoped the mother Robin had flown out of the nest to scoop her baby up to the others. Alas, I am a hopeless romantic.
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