Kyla wasn't the only passenger wearing a surgical mask on her flight to Iceland. But after landing at Keflavík International outside of Reykjavík, her mask remained in place as she entered the arrivals concourse pulling her jammed carry-on.
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I did see the demonstrators sitting in front of the Stock Exchange before shield-holding, mounted police. I did think the police were only there to stop the chatting demonstrators from causing damage. I did hear pleasant interaction amongst the peaceful demonstrators. I did see horses without warning suddenly trotting towards the smiling demonstrators. I did hear hooves clattering as the trotting quickened. I did see people look up and think, "What are they doing?" I did raise my camera to my face at midday sharp while waiting for the horses. I did expect to be hit. I did feel a shield wallop my head. I did hit the ground, releasing the shutter. I did see a woman trying to pull a cop off a horse. I did see that cop push that woman in the face as she flailed her fists. I did see her fall against another horse. I did see her get hit from behind by another cop's shield. I did see her holding her head. I did see a woman throw a soft drink can that hit a cop's helmet. I did see that cop smack that woman's strawberry-blonde head with a batten. I did see blood reddening her reddish hair. I did see blood shining on her white face like red paint. I did see horror-struck fury in her blue eyes. I did see a hoof step onto a prostrate man's groin. I did see that man's face twist. I did feel his agony. I did see a translucent-skinned beauty screaming and holding the man's head. So it would be a good idea if you'd stop trying to tell me what I saw!
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I rub the stone between my fingers. Now dull and grey, like any other pebble from my backyard, it's all I have left of you. And once again, like every minute of every day, I think of when it all went wrong.
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I knew a girl once,
who saw the world
through broken glass.
This is how her story went:
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