Whatever. Wherever
At this moment, its coffee. It is making me write about travel. Travels that I shall never travel and in words that have no meaning.
Reading about Akita Prefecture triggers images of wild Iceland. A place that I want to go once. Not only once. Hopefully.
Iceland does not have buildings. No tall buildings. Short grassland everywhere. Short misty grassland. Thinking about it may scare flocks of birds. Birds that exist only in my imagination. Thinking scares imagination.
I want to be here. I want to be also here. Some place like this. Call it Iceland. But not aloud.
Reading about Akita Prefecture triggers images of wild Iceland. A place that I want to go once. Not only once. Hopefully.
Iceland does not have buildings. No tall buildings. Short grassland everywhere. Short misty grassland. Thinking about it may scare flocks of birds. Birds that exist only in my imagination. Thinking scares imagination.
I want to be here. I want to be also here. Some place like this. Call it Iceland. But not aloud.
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