tromping across snowfields, again name lost to posterity
pussywillow buds
jumping for joy at the prospect of lunch
path marked out down the volcano with zigzag strings (attempt at monochromatic artyfartiness
at the top of volcano
spooky underground geothermal pool, nearly boiling, with sunlight filtering through cracks in rocks
standing next to bloody great crack in the earth
lake myvatn, first thing in the morning...
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