I'm going home tomorrow, to readjust to the time difference and hug whoever I can get my hands on. Iceland is beautiful and charming and desolate and cold in a number of different ways. I've looked at how fire and ice can shape a landscape and then destroy it and how one scrapes a life out of stone and wind, and now I am ready to go back to my own sweet life full of love and green things and sleeping volcanoes. At least until the next adventure.
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