ICELAND | Friday, 19 Apr 2013 | Views [241] | Scholarship Entry
I am standing on no continent. A late spring wind, still bitter, careens through the air as if escaping from a tunnel and whips across my face, stinging the tip of my nose. There are few trees here. Mostly handfuls of brittle red brush and cornmeal-... Read more >
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