The World is My Oyster Mushroom

 A riot of frilled edges, a fairy cornucopia of cups - this set of stairs becomes the scene for sway of oyster mushrooms.  It is as if the underground labyrinth of fungi could no longer be kept down and this sudden set of brown and white oyster mushrooms  had to burst out along the path down to Chowder Bay. They whisper breakfast, saute,  steak and co, but hey, perhaps they are better left to their own devices?

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