Category: Stories & Poetry
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But I can also see now — with the distance of time — that I didn’t do it alone.
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Whether it was the biggest classroom in Zabrze or the tiny room at the very top of Górnych Wałów, a particular favourite despite the puffing and panting required to reach it, the reaction was always the same.
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The KAFO mural in Gliwice held deep meaning for the author, sparking admiration and dreams of its artist’s identity. Unfortunately, cherished digital copies were lost, leaving only imperfect images from an old iPad. The author seeks help identifying the artist to honor their impactful work and express sincere gratitude.
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“Nothing too sweet,” she’d say, rolling her eyes with affection. “If I made cakes like we do back home, they’d think I was trying to kill them.”
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She had taken a job with Bella GoodCake, helping in the kitchen, delivering sandwiches by bicycle, and doing whatever else was needed.
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Guilty as charged. The look on my face in those moments must have been as blank as a fresh Toulouse-Lautrec canvas.
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I even bought an SCA Coffee Taster’s Flavour Wheel poster, privately thanking my lucky stars that I’d never tasted anything falling into the category labelled simply “Other”.
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Why the bamboo?” I whispered. “Does it change the science?”
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… a reminder that joy often arrives unplanned, like a sudden summer rain.
