Ghosts to Carry, Stories to Keep
Where memory meets the page, one moment at a time.
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Two-wheel traveller, occasional worker, and quiet recorder of old moments. Writing vignettes, short pieces, and poetry about past lives, daily routines, and the space between memory and place.
Tag: Katowice
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We walked toward the tram stop, the cold settling into our coats, snow gathering on our sleeves.
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I suggested we could wait for another. My friend laughed, took my arm, pulled me forward into the crush.
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… it was a moment of recognition—the sense that something important had happened here long before I arrived.