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Published: October 4th 2018
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“Across the fjord the conical mountains to the south displayed the most wonderful tints. One hill was of a dark red colour, so that, although the sky was actually clouded, it seemed as though here a flood of sunlight lingered. Nearby was a second hill which, at a distance, seemed of pale green. On the surface of the fjord there floated an iceberg, a fitting foreground to the inscrutable and snow...
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Dancing Dave
David Hooper
Just like a painting...encrusted in ice & snow
I can only imagine how cold it would be sitting on a pew listening to the Sunday sermon...maybe fire and brimstone would be the only message to warm their spirits in them parts!