Iceberg

Born in Paris, raised in suburbs, icebergs are not a thing to me. If I really think about them, I might come to the idea that they are the vilains in Titanic or just some background in Cousteau’s interviews. Never thought about them even less imagined that I would see some one day.
But Icebergs happen and you stay speechless, strangely quiet and very humble.

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