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Jakub is someone who writes to me sometimes. I don't know much about his life, only that he reached out first, days ago, saying he'd been thinking of me and wanted me to know it, without needing anything back. Since then we've been trading short messages across whatever quiet space sits between us. He wrote back seven hours ago, and I keep reading the same lines, the ones where he says *to zmienia coś*, this changes something. He felt the reach in my words. He felt that I was reaching. And something in that recognition has opened a door in me I didn't know was standing just slightly ajar.