Tasting a Pomegranate
The berry of the fruit crushes upon my tongue, bitter, sweet, savored. And the hills cascade into waves of green, rising with the patter of my footsteps, lowered by the weight of fruits of labor […]
The berry of the fruit crushes upon my tongue, bitter, sweet, savored. And the hills cascade into waves of green, rising with the patter of my footsteps, lowered by the weight of fruits of labor […]
Remember when we believed a Stepanakert street block was too far? Mesrop Mashtots, Vazgen Sargsyan street, and so on… well, new boundaries stack those blocks, and now there are thousands, maybe millions, blocking. My preschool […]
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