There I was, walking the sodden ground when much to my surprise I saw this – a sliced pomegranate dripping with luscious juice hanging amidst the branches of an otherwise drab pine forest.
Er, OK, that’s a fib. It was my pomegranate, purchased from a leading supermarket chain the day before, doused with blackcurrant juice and hung up on a wire. I thought it might look nice….
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