A Simple Seven Egg Painting on a Plate Changed My Family Forever

the gold feeling warm now against my skin.

I looked back at the painting on the wall, the yellow yolks glowing softly in the lamplight.

The house felt solid around me, the joists and beams silent in the autumn night.

The wind had died down, leaving the yard quiet and still.

I stood up and walked to the front window, looking out at the dark lawn.

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