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by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft #freedom #joy #gratitude I want to tell you something I almost didn't write about. For a long time I didn't think it was the kind of story people needed to hear from me. I have written about gratitude and adoption and leaving one life for another. I have written about grief and joy and the long blue sky over Perth. Cigarettes didn't seem to fit the picture I was painting. But then I remembered something from the first newsletter I ever sent: hidin

by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft With Anya and the pine trees #grateful #forest #motherhood I was six years old the night I learnt that miracles take patience. I couldn't sleep. I knew Dziadek was still up – I could see the light under the kitchen door from my bedroom. So I crept down the hallway in my pyjamas, barefoot on cold floorboards, curious about what he was doing so late. I stood in the doorway, one hand on the frame, trying to look invisible. He had a cardboard box on the k