Post by deshy on Oct 15, 2011 8:43:14 GMT -5
Another dawn has come, as so many before it, cradled in the arms of a winter's frigid chill. Ghosts of the past echo here, their songs forlorn and searching, singing of a time long ago, when life bloomed in the light of prosperity. A time when Reykjavik seemed to be a crossroad between places far and away.
