Seydisfjordur, 30 July 2014
Icelandic horses and a foss found on every other hill
East Iceland was a miracle that came to sweep.
Without talking about the skateboard scene of a movie - with a new friend, no determination could be fired, no - I wouldn't even be persuaded of research and hard work of the others.
My love for the base of an idea, is the prelude that sings freedom.
This framed the still of time, when I had my mind set straight - that I was ready to walk an extra mile, over the curved and windy, endless roads.
30 minutes ago, a team of horses.
30 minutes after, a team of horses.
There was a bicycle, paddling a slow and steady pace.
It passed through me, we didn't say a thing. The sound came and go.
We concentrated on breathing.
It was getting darker.
Then I got picked up by a Spain couple.
We took a picture together,
That was it, a measurable 25-minute.
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