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Tárcoles: The Distance Between

Traffic comes in intervals. The bridge settles into brief silence before the next car passes. When it does, the vibration carries through the concrete underfoot, followed by a rush of air as it moves past the narrow walkway. Heat lifts the smell of rubber and exhaust from the road. The

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Sólheimasandur: Without Direction

The wreck of the DC-3 sits alone against the black sand, its metal frame stripped down to something that barely resembles an aircraft anymore. The wind moves across the plain without resistance. Somewhere beyond it, the Atlantic can be heard, but not seen. The sound carries farther than expected,