Once Upon A Time

I lived across the street from a pomegranate tree who hung its most
fruitful branches over the neighbor's fence, as if to provide the
passersby, if not with a meal then its sheer beauty alone. I was
sprouting avocado saplings---three thriving beauties---at the time
and often brought them outside into sunny rays and simply stood and
socialized with them. I liked to take them out in the moonlight as
well, especially for the ambiance. Meanwhile I harvested dozens of
pomegranate. I immediately learned not to forcefully pluck the fruits,
because not only does that mean the tree isn't yet ready to give away
its babies, it also hurts the tree and signifies an unripe fruit. Thus
I would gently check whether to pluck the pomegranates with a little
wiggle. Anyways, as you know, they are a tricky food to get into, so
I would wait until I was in my kitchen to collect all their seeds at
once, which is very hard work, but well worth it. Then I delighted
myself in savoring the scrumptious, frugal rubies and also fed them to
my beloved kombucha. I did this daily and soon found myself in absolute awe as I studied the glorious pomegranate. I was overwhelmed. I convinced myself it was
a dinosaur.

by Dalton
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