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the land of ice and fire

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Licqourice minty shock of an Opal vodkashot. Vast whiteness in the middle of the night. Cold so intense my toes didn’t feel like they were attached anymore. Tiny high street. Dipping our toes in silica mush. The lagoon that smelled like boiled eggs. The ubiquitous Bonus grocery store with a logo that looked like a stoned pig. Boulders shaped like an elephant’s head. Waterfalls and rocks hewn in the Ice Age–their old-ness made me feel […]