Lost in translation

We start finding bags to cover the windows. My pants are getting wet, rain is pushing through the windows. Aslaug bites her lips so she doesn’t scream. Our dog lies on the floor and doesn’t move. For 37 years I have lived in Iceland but I have never experienced hail like this. Donavan our…

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Why and who ?

As I sit here, staring at this blinking cursor I start thinking about why should I write anything down? Who is going to read it? Who cares? I sit and ponder some more… Does it really matter? I don’t go out skateboarding because I want everybody to know about it and cheer me on.…

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