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Beauty in unexpected places turned up on the kitchen counter this morning after we crushed a few egg shells in a paper towel, turned it around and then looked at what we had wrought (above).
Hippity, hoppity, Easter's on its way, and if you don't like it, don't immigrate! If you want to make Eggs Benedict, though -- as we did for breakfast this morning -- you've got to break a few eggs. Above, crushed shells in the morning light -- with a flash assist -- are candy for our camera's eye.
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