2 owls singing back & forth on the branches of the Aloe Vera trees as my dad recites a poem by Omar Khayyam to my sister and I (translated below). Lit by the last full moon of the Persian / Astrological year, we burned our releases into the fire and called in new creations with a deep gratitude for this poetic life. Happy full moon I love u deeply 🌕🤍 دی کوزه گری بدیدم اندر بازار بر پاره گلی لگد همی زد بسیار و آن گل بزبان حال با او میگفت من همچو تو بوده ام مرا نیکو دار Yesterday I saw a potter working in the bazar He was stepping harshly on the soil of the Earth The soil began to speak to the man, I am the same as you, I have been you, take care of me