“For me, Iceland was a dream. Not in the longing sense, but an actual dream. I could’ve sworn that everything I saw gave me déjà vu, a strange tugging of my heartstrings one only feels when they remember a memory after having forgotten it for years. You wonder if it ever even happened at all, or if it was a figment of your imagination. I saw a house that was only the wooden framework of a crumbling shack, which I’m sure I recognized from a childhood dream. Seljalandsfoss, a waterfall you can walk behind, gave me a similar tickle of the soul as I recognized its landscape from somewhere in the back of my mind.” via Rookie
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