Whispering on the glacier

whispering on the glacierYesterday I was walking in Iceland – I was walking in Iceland on a huge glacier and it was cold and windy. There was no snow, but ice, a lot of ice under my feet. I was walking on ice and thinking about my love. Suddenly the fog was creeping up on me. He was sneaking around my head, around my feet, around my thoughts and whispered: don’t think about the dragon. Don’t do that. And I said: I do not think about the dragon, I am thinking about my love who does not even know that I love him. But the fog doesn’t stop. He became more dense and mightier, muffled me and chased me down to the valley. And there I stood, freezing and thinking about my love and a dragon which I had never seen before.

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