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by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft #childhood #happy #sunrise #grateful #Sundaywalk Last Sunday on our walk, Anya spotted a dandelion at the edge of the path. She stopped mid-sentence – she'd been telling me something very important about a cartoon, the details of which I was doing my best to follow – and crouched down to examine it. A perfect one. Fully gone to seed, white and round and waiting. She picked it very carefully, the way you pick something that matters. Then she looked u

by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft Anya with all the pums, ready to learn how to bake the plum cake #plumcake #plums #autumn #baking #lovebaking I was six years old, standing on a Polish beach, watching the Baltic Sea stretch endlessly. My mother stood beside me, quiet. The wind whipped our hair. Salt spray touched my face. "What's on the other side?" I asked. "Sweden," she said. "And beyond that, the whole world." I didn't know what Sweden looked like. Didn't know what "the whole worl