It is becoming more and more apparent that the hope I’ve held on to that we’d make it to the book fair somehow, is futile. Our souls are dark, dark places of much anguish at the moment. On the other hand, Iceland and its skies look quite pretty. (Too bad, they really don’t need this after everything they’ve been through in the last couple of years…)
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