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Pomegranates are in season…somewhere warm, not here, but they are appearing in grocery stores this time of year, tucked into crates, heavy blush-pink orbs that promise sweetness and demand work. I love eating them, but I loath coaxing their juicy little gems from their fibrous mesh. Cracking one open feels almost violent. It stains your hands, it refuses neatness. It insists on being known in pieces rather than as a whole. They require effort and know they are worth it and I