The Fjord’s Pearl

One bright, perfect day, a love blossomed—now trapped, never having the chance to bloom. Time slips by, but the warmth of that moment lingers, forever sealed under the cold, slabbed fjord.

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SWAG BAG opening...

This usually takes some time, the wrapper is everywhere, ugh…

SWAG BAG opening...

This usually takes some time, the wrapper is everywhere, ugh…