Here you can see Mister and Ms. Autumn. They are pretty happy about their giant squash. Not that they would ever brag about it. Speaking of autumn. Iceland Airwaves festival is approaching fast. I can smell it and it smells nice. The Gore-tex tourists have retreated and the tight pants and sunglasses have arrived. I think the average age of Reykjavik actually goes down at least 20 years by the arrival of the mostly young music lovers.
I don't care if I'll get ulcer from the stress. I'm excited beyond my vocabulary.
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