Hestur n°9

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Beneath my hooves, the ground shines with that blue light. Look at me against the light and get how beauty can be dramatic. At the foot of my little mountain, the ground is hard as ice. The ground is ice, and the grass trapped. It's been a long time since I learned to survive with little. Hestur is my name, Iceland is my home.

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