Látrabjarg bird-cliff

There’s a stiff wind blowing and the green grasses mixed with yellow and red wildflowers are rippling with the gusts. The sky is a turbulent mix of grey and purple clouds. Here I am, lying flat on my stomach at a 40 degree uphill angle trying to peek over the steep cliff trying not to plunge into the North Atlantic 1400 feet below.

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