It was in summer, it had midnight sun, it was supposed to be lighted-on all around the clock in my perception. Unexpectedly, due to the well-known dramatic cloudy, rainy and windy weather in Iceland, for quite a lot of time, no matter it's day or night, the light either seeping through in a very subtle way or casting very pale and softly like behind a filter. No matter how weak they were, those lights turned on the dark and brought out the colours, and at the same time, they turned on our hope.

* Iceland in French is "Island", and Iceland is in fact an island.

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