We move about in search of other aspects of our world
We decide to go by kayak the boat the ancient inuits used to move from fjord to fjord, for hunting
We come into the light between sky and water, we can feel the icy soul of greenland whit its sounds and smells, whit its thousand shades of white
We find ourselves rowing in the numb silente of the pack, the only noises are the thumps of the iceberg pieces that crash down into the sea
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