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Living at a farm in the Mývatn and Laxá nature reserve, the lambs were quick to start recognizing me as a friendly neighbour. Every morning they used to come yelling at my bedroom window, asking for breakfast as their mother had passed away that same summer. Shortly after, the farmer would arrive and give them their long wanted milk. After that, he poured me some long wanted coffee and we chatted before a busy workday. These were good times indeed. 


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