17.9.11




More Iceland. I miss it already. Also, as you see, my dog can walk on water.

In London it's raining and grey but we still had a nice day at lovely Broadway market with Helga.

The flower is the national flower of Iceland after it's leaves have gone. It's called Holtasóley. I might like it more like this.

Constantly listening to this woman, whom Snorri introduced me to.

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