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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“You can’t go wrong opening a story with an ax murder.”
If you pour too much, it spills all over you. That’s the point of it. You’re all supposed […]
In the benign lights is pollution, but not so much so that you could not see Orion perfectly […]
A bite of red apple. The river is a sliver silver chain in the sun, but up close […]
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