World Trade Center. New York. Memorial pools.
It’s Wednesday, an ordinary rainy afternoon.
The raindrops fall upon the granite plaques with names of those we lost.
It’s peaceful here, this is sacred ground.
Haik Kocharian
World Trade Center. New York. Memorial pools.
It’s Wednesday, an ordinary rainy afternoon.
The raindrops fall upon the granite plaques with names of those we lost.
It’s peaceful here, this is sacred ground.
Haik Kocharian