Sanober Khan

I have laughed more than daffodils and cried more than June. I realized June had never been just a month. Music never just a tremble on my lips. Warmth was never merely a blanket.

Vera Nazarian

Colored lights blink on and off, racing across the green boughs. Their reflections dance across exquisite glass globes and splinter into shards against tinsel thread and garlands of metallic filaments that disappear underneath the other ornaments and finery. Shadows follow, joyful, laughing sprites. The tree is rich with potential wonder. All it needs is a… Lees verder Vera Nazarian