letters from london town
Thursday, September 13, 2012
into the wild: vík
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
[william shakespeare]
Shadows of adventurers on a glacier covered in ash.
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