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Persephone walks barefoot through her wasted world. Dirt gathers beneath her fingernails from planting roses in the fields and poppies in the idling meadows. The night before the equinox Hades swears his love for her on the river of unbreakable oaths, and she feeds him seeds from a bag at her waist. Hecate arrives in the morning and they play their parts; Persephone glances back and winks, fingers still stained from the arils.