“What is it?” I laughed. “A pomegranate.” “It’s beautiful! I’ve only seen the dried seeds that traders brought through camp once in a while.” She smelled the rind and then tried to bite into it, scowling when the tough skin refused to relinquish its treasure. I took the pomegranate from her, used a rock to crack it in half, and handed her one side, but I waited to eat, anxious to watch her discover her first-ever mouthful of fresh fruit. Her eyes grew as large as the fruit in her palm as she scooped the red seeds into her mouth. “Delicious!” Bright red juice dribbled down her chin as she
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