...Aftertaste...

I remember when life was simple and pure, when we had but ask and it be given.
It is now a different day, a different time, a different place...
 
But I was allowed to take with me, the fruit I had bought, to remind me of who I was, and the garden I left... And this is who I have become...

...a modern-day Eve, gifted with grace, resilience, and strength...but still I struggle in the toxic now, bred on the taste of ripened fruit... for bitter or sweet...

Do you feel me?