Iceland

The air tastes of stone and rain and something older that still believes in us.

The clouds drift like slow ships and the moss holds the footsteps of strangers who learned to listen. Standing here you feel small in the good way, the kind that hands you back your name. 

Between the cool light and the rough green the day remembers how to breathe. 

Solitude feels less like a wall and more like a friend. The mountain does not speak yet I hear a gentle yes. 

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