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“No Temple made by mortal human hands can ever compare to the Temple made by the gods themselves. That building of wood and stone that houses us and that many believe conceals the great Secret Temple from prying eyes, somewhere in its heart of hearts, is but a decoy for the masses who need this simple concrete limited thing in their lives. The real Temple is the whole world, and there is nothing as divinely blessed as a blooming growing garden.”

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Vera Nazarian
Vera Nazarian

Vera Nazarian is an American writer born on May 25, 1966. Her works span various literary genres, including novels, poetry, and essays. She explores diverse themes such as history, culture, love, and human nature in her writing. more

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