An archipelago, a home island. Next to seventy or eighty volcanoes, above and below the sea.
Once one of those volcanoes started to erupt during night time.
That volcano in sunset.
Between the main island and home island, a little escape island. During summer also about eight million puffins nesting around.
The home island, so pretty, on so dangerous grounds.
But so pretty and calm. Windy too. I like wind. It is a weather that you feel.
Home island.
The blues.
The good-byes.
And the quickly changing weather. Waves.
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