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- wandering the streets my 1st time in reykjavík in a dream n dazzled by the ordinary
- the water tasted so good
- seeing a small girl with a bike n a dandelion flower in her hand yell sth, bite the head off the dandelion, then spit it back out
- the next day janet plucked a dandelion from the ground at friðheimar farm n started eating the petals so i tried one too n it tasted like lettuce
- tasting fermented shark
- tasting lemongrass plucked from the ground at lake mývatn
- staying at a hotel in the middle of the wilderness in southern iceland n going for a walk alone
- hiking over lava formations covered in soft yellow mosses
- having the recurring feeling that someone was behind me but no one ever was
- reminded of being in the fairy realm, where u can be gone an hour but return to the human world n realize 50 years have passed
- crossing a tiny stream via a grassy island in the middle
- climbing a gently rising cliff n looking down from the top
- skedaddling on my butt down the same cliff to escape a possibly territorial sheep
- feeling beautifully free, deeply myself, n perpetually in love and awe during my walk
- meeting a friendly terrier while walking down to the waterside in húsavík, where i then made a sandcastle
- going for a walk along farm roads near sauðárkrökur on the 5 year anniversary of the day i planned to kill myself back in grad school
- a horse approached me n i lay down in the grass on the other side of the fence from it
- encountering the friendliest cat i have ever met (chonky brown tabby that purred like a jet engine unceasingly n kept rubbing against my legs n hand)
- lying again in the grass for almost an hour watching the movement of the clouds n the slow slow sunset. singing a little
- feeling glad to be alive, on the solstice, in the countryside of northern iceland, a world away from the darkness that used to engulf me
- multiple horses approaching the group of us gathered outside as the sun broke from the clouds, lowered onto the horizon, n began setting. the horses got so close n one even let us pet it
- janet waving goodbye n telling me to have a nice life
- feeling lonely my 2nd time in reykjavík n having the thought that i could disappear n no one would notice
- giving krona to a street accordionist playing hava nagila
- hearing dusk til dawn playing from a crystal shop n lingering on the sidewalk in front til the song was over
- having a loud n messy breakdown in the hotel bathtub w the lights off n fljótavík playing on repeat
- afterward, taking a bath in the same bathtub w the lights on n fljótavík still playing on repeat
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