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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 Regent's Garden, London #freespirit #rosegarden #grateful #beauty #garden I was standing in Queen Mary's Garden in Regent's Park when I found her. London, summer, one of those afternoons when the city stops feeling like a city and becomes something softer. I'd been walking slowly through the roses - there are hundreds of them there, and each one has a small plaque with its name, which I find quietly wonderful, the idea that every rose deserves to be k