At age 36 I wanted to take a bite out of life. I wanted to chew it, eat its heart; be it. Instead, on May fifteenth, I died - and not for the first time.
This story is about choices - Persephone's seeds - and seasons of the heart. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning.
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