You can go so far north on this earth that everything feels like a dream.
Iceland is strange. There seems to be something secret but in plain sight, known and familiar yet obscured. An odd little animal, peeking from behind glass.
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In the benign lights is pollution, but not so much so that you could not see Orion perfectly […]
It’s only just started to snow past Poughkeepsie. The conductor says take a walk, take a smoke, take […]
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