Snowflakes swirl down gently in the deep blue haze beyond the window. The outside world is a dream. Inside, the fireplace is brightly lit, and the Yule log crackles with orange and crimson sparks. Thereโs a steaming mug in your hands, warming your fingers. Thereโs a friend seated across from you in the cozy chair, warming your heart. There is mystery unfolding.
Vera NazarianBecause without such a reprieve we cannot pause and regroup and with the newfound strength go on to initiate that very change which is sorely needed by all.
Vera NazarianThe act of sharing with readers was at first too much of an intimate thing. But it evolved into an intense necessity to share.
Vera NazarianWhy does every road eventually narrow into a point at the horizon? Because that's where the point lies.
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