These are my secret Icelandic falls. I’m not telling you where to find them, because it does not matter. What matters is the finding. If I told you, you wouldn’t find them, and finding is such a pleasure.
And the leaving again. Even if I came back, I’d find something else.
No, what you need to find lies somewhere else, but I promise it’s there. This one, maybe?
Or this one?
Look at that hill. If you’d come in the right season, you’d find 50 of them, and leave each one to find it in your heart again. Off you go!
A Farm in Iceland 
Beautiful :)) I think you will enjoy the following fellow’s blog from Ireland, and the cool stories on the current post. Best to you! Dawn :))
https://reynoldshistorycastleknockblog.wordpress.com/2018/05/08/gerry-creighton-seniors-51-year-career-as-keeper-in-the-zoo-blanchardstown-castleknock-history-society/
Very cool, thanks!
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so true and what a wonderful point of view – poetic
I’m glad you like the falls, too!