Have A Happy Day

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This voettir / gnome was just sitting there next to Tjörnin, the lake in downtown Reykjavík.

He made me smile, I hope he does the same for you whatever the time of day it is where you are on this planet.

Happy small stone voettir / gnome in downtown Reykjavík. He has a big beaming smile as he holds up a flower for you. Happy days to you.
Tjörnin, 101 Reykjavík, Iceland

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