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The Warmth of Sair

A quiet Sair/Sajja remembrance woven through steaming festive foods, walnut harvests, autumn prayers, and the tender blessings of elders—cap...

Thursday, January 16, 2020

Fire of love

The embers smoulder,
the fumes rise, subtly subdued.
Love reveals itself.



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