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Deep within the thick emerald, nestled amongst soft moss, a mother robin had woven a comfortable nest. Inside, arranged in a pleasing pattern were not the usual blue or speckled eggs, but rather a stunning set of sparkling pink eggs. A Riddle Wrapped in Pink Deep within ancient forest, nestled amongst the gigantic trees, lies a secret. Legends a