14 April 2011

The Iceberg

'The iceberg was moving as one does when one breathes - it was trying to come to me'

'The long-tailed ducks were carrying on like mad, singing wedding songs to one another'

'Perhaps the torch would go on shining at the bottom of the sea after the iceberg had melted and turned into water'

Illustrations to accompany Tove Jansson's short story ' The Iceberg'

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