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A pot of dark Icelandic rye bread just dug from the steaming black sand on the shore of Laugarvatn on a February dawn, the lid off and the dense loaf glistening, geothermal steam lit gold from behind by the low sun, frost on the shingle around it, 35mm, a palette of molasses brown, steam white and pale gold Ver mais