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by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft Sunset in the country, Bridgetown #Sunset #trees #beauty #grateful She held both my arms and looked me in the eyes. Not the way teachers sometimes do when they want your attention. The other way. The way someone does when they need you to understand that what they are about to say will matter — not just today, but for a long time after today. I was fourteen. She was my literature teacher, Ms Krauczunas, and she had just watched me collect another priz

by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft #IndianOcean #Seaside #Dreams #Motherhood #Impact #Grateful * Last Sunday, Anya and I stood at the edge of Burns Beach, toes in the wet sand, watching waves roll in from the Indian Ocean. The morning was cool – Perth winter settling in – but the sun was warm on our faces. She pointed at the horizon, squinting against the light. "What's there, Mummy?" I crouched down beside her, following her gaze across the endless blue. "The whole world," I

The time flies and it is September already! It is so strange for me here, in Western Australia, still getting my head around opposite...