I have only one other time, one other place, been so deeply in love with a landscape, and that was the highlands of Scotland, because I, apparently, love a desolate wasteland. This terrain sings to me, it attracts me, captivates me and leaves me longing for....what? I don't know. I clearly could never live here – I would never survive a winter. But the stark, deserted, razorlike beauty just...effects me. It gets me deep down inside where the part of me that identifies beauty lives. I desperately love the landscape of East Greenland. I had no idea what to expect, no idea what I would see or what it would be like here. I certainly didn't know to expect...this.
Now that I've bared my very soul, back to the travelogue...
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