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I love our morning chats with the barista... ☀️

"No kids with you today?"

"No, the younger ones are at kindergarten, and the older one is still at home, but school starts soon and..."

"You have three???"

"Yep..."🙃

"I don't believe you..."😳

"The usual, a small Americano?"

"No... Something different today..."

"Cappuccino???" (eyes wide with surprise) 😳

"You have a cute bag..."

"Thank you, but it's a book cover..."☺️

"Are you going to glimpse into your future today?"

"Yes, of course, I need a fortune cookie..." ☀️

Good morning ☀️

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Every evening... It's as if an artist is painting the sky with watercolours...

Every evening, I am tamazed by the wonder and beauty... ☀️

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Just another Sunday morning ☀️

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How can something empty hurt?

It doesn't make sense, does it? But, despite that... It hurts.

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Ironically, a girl who wants to be found never hides...

It seems she never learnt to play hide-and-seek as a child... ☀️

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Night is falling... Avoiding looking out of the window, I finish my tea, rub my tired eyes and lose myself in my photo archive.

The closer it gets to September, the harder it becomes. I know. It's the same every year... This year will be no exception. Maybe (definitely) it'll be harder.

Today I wanted to publish something I wrote and thought long and hard about which excerpt to choose. And I decided to go with this one. It's from my story "Another Deal".

I remember putting off writing the whole chapter and these lines... But... One way or another, I wrote it.

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Morning 🤍

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My sky... Reading by clouds, searching for answers... So silly. But beautiful... 🤍

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Sunny evening ☀️

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Morning pics ☀️

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"My Goodness, how did we end up in a situation where being yourself, being sincere, receiving and giving positive emotions from mutual spiritual affinity through ordinary communication has become something wrong..."

"I have no idea..."

Just a dialogue 🤍

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Want to hide... 🤍

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Morning... 🤍

After yesterday's heavy thunderstorm... So many puddles... So many reflections...

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"How many people had to meet and fall in love with each other for you to be born?"

This morning, we were asked to write about heredity. To write about the traits we had inherited from our relatives, those we would like to have... and those we are afraid of having...

I started writing the text, but suddenly stopped in the middle as I remembered other words that had left a mark on my soul...

And... I decided to write something... Not the same, but similar...

Sincerely and deeply.

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When the rain finally caught up... 🤍

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Good morning! ☀️

Today, we wrote in the cozy courtyard of an Asian café which opened early for us...

I will definitely write down my thoughts and text a bit later... I want to share... ☀️

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At the last writers' meeting, we were asked to write about our body. For example to express gratitude for it... And really, it was a very therapeutic task.

However, my text turned out to be completely different. It was more like notes about the body, which led me to other thoughts. It was the question I wrote in my notebook and the question I "tormented" various people with in conversation, both men and women, during all last week 🙃 People of different ages and views. I asked the question with interest and listened with bated breath to the answers.

"Our body," I wrote, "given to us by nature and our parents, has a gender due to physiological characteristics. But what about our soul? It is with us from birth... That core, that most precious and intimate part of us. That part which gives goose bumps to our body when it touched (by a glance or, more often, by a word or action). So, does our soul have a gender?"

People paused or sometimes answered immediately. Smiled, or I would see them frowning thoughtfully. But... The answer was always the same. It made me happy because that's exactly how I think, and it's the basis of my faith.

The soul has no gender. It simply exists... It is within us... And I believe in that☀️