This and That

Friday Morning Haiku

I dreamed of Iceland
A waterfall in West Fjords
Next to a staircase

I must’ve been cursed by the Icelandic elves when I was in Iceland, which would explain my constant longing and yearning for the country. It’s a bit like being in love with an unattainable person who doesn’t even know that you exist. You know, like a celebrity.

But then again, Iceland IS a celebrity and I’m just one of its gazillion adoring fans who are lucky enough to have been to one of its live shows.

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