There are no words to describe how I felt the first time I saw the magical polar lights dancing across the deep black night sky. Humbled and overwhelmed by emotion, I also felt honoured that the elusive hidden beauty had revealed. ”The sight filled the northern sky; the immensity of it was scarcely conceivable. As if from heaven itself, great…
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