little kernels of rich sweet goodness. the color alone is simple astounding. deep and rich. just like the taste. its what i always hoped wine to taste like. fancy. decadent. pomegranites lift so many wonderful memories out of the shadows. friends from past places. the strange old man who grew them across the street. the birth of my elitism. India. wonderful memories that are strung along in my throughout my life. consciousness string along. delightful. just like today.
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