The Sun Is The Face of The Lord, and We Behold It Every Day
My shadow curled up as I sat on the ground. I was feeling tired. I had been standing by the…
My shadow curled up as I sat on the ground. I was feeling tired. I had been standing by the…
The humid, weepy summer was unbearably hot—airless and stifling., The sky was choked up with tears from day to day,…
Translated by Meruzhan Harutyunyan The water was purling through its thin bed as if tiny pebbles were rushing down from…
(trans. Shushan Avagyan) https://www.hingstonandolsen.com/2021/14-susanna-harutyunyan-god-has-passed-through-here?fbclid=IwAR2HuFZlAZNirv20N-7MEYmyzfUVf7Z27uee7QMcFpPsgGa2-pbsI
(trans. Shushan Avagyan) https://www.hingstonandolsen.com/2021/14-susanna-harutyunyan-god-has-passed-through-here?fbclid=IwAR2HuFZlAZNirv20N-7MEYmyzfUVf7Z27uee7QMcFpPsgGa2-pbsIq6yENY
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