Back in Koczala for a little bit more. Took another walk to the cafe – 45 there, 45 back – by way of the lake.
I realized that as much as I love the place, miss my family, I couldn’t live here. I have Polish heritage, I have habits, and customs inside me, but I am Canadian.
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