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by Thomas Allocca _ October 30, 2024
Four are the places that mark our
existence.
No matter how much we can travel the world.
They always are four, no more than
four.
Where we born, where we fall in
love, where we feel at home, where we die.
Birth, love, death, are linked to
places that the universe decides for us.
Where we feel at home, it's up to
us.
"Find out where this place is", the
old fisherman told me at Bakkagerði,
"and you will born again, there; you
will fall in love there;
and you will never die there,
because you will never die anywhere".
It was in Iceland that I found that
place, finally.
But it was not Iceland. It was me.