
It's a force to be reckon with.
Burgandy juice, crunchy seeds.
It makes you slow down.
It demands your attention.
Crack it open. Savor it.
Need a break? eat a pom.
Succulent.
S-l-o-w.
Every break exposes tiny jewels of sweet goodness. A treasure hunt.
Many napkins.
What to do with all the excess juice?
Paint with it.
The app

The Pomegranate.
Eat it with someone you love.
Red fades to purple.
If given the proper attention (and reverence),
it is cooperative.
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Reminds me of my niece and nephew opening one last year and splattering the window and wall with the juice. Good fun!
I had much experience with pigsa cure!