At my grandma’s place for the first day of summer (it’s an Icelandic thing) listening to her tell stories on what it was like growing up during the occupation of Iceland. Honestly strange to think it happened here.
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At my grandma’s place for the first day of summer (it’s an Icelandic thing) listening to her tell stories on what it was like growing up during the occupation of Iceland. Honestly strange to think it happened here.