The Taste of Pomegranate

“The light is too strong, give me a break”
Light red fruit juice is dripping from the carelessly squeezed pomegranate’s flesh.
It wets his tanned body, but he doesn’t even pretend to care that it will stain the silk fabrics worn by the bride.
“She said I look best in candlelight”
He said with a broad grin, holding the seeds that bear the truth.
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I participated in “Celestial Stones” (http://ulisses.fem.jp/celestial/; an illustration project that portrays minerals as people) sponsored by Nekomichi-san (http://lizardite.com/) with this picture. This is a garnet belonging to Eurasia.