I think I was around 11 or 12 when I developed an interest in Iceland.
My dad and I were having so much fun one night, while I was rambling on about it's beauty. He promised that we would go together one day, and even though it seems incredibly unlikely to happen, I still hold on to that.
I was wondering why I even liked the place so much..
My dad and I were having so much fun one night, while I was rambling on about it's beauty. He promised that we would go together one day, and even though it seems incredibly unlikely to happen, I still hold on to that.
I was wondering why I even liked the place so much..
but then I remembered.
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