Yesterday bright sunlight was spilling down through cracks in sooty clouds moving fast on high winds over the streets and the park. Leaving the Luxembourg Gardens, I saw a woman in a blue wool coat.
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“I cut out the crown of the pomegranate, and then score along the fruit’s five ridges before pulling the six bloody pieces apart. The rind and pith goes into the white bowl, and the seeds collect into the blue.”
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