Chance comments, apparently disassociated, provoke thoughts too fleeting to capture. An essence of something, just as a drawing strives to capture that moment.
Identity too is fragile often morphing from one form to another as are relationships: fluid forms washed around like the drift on a beach by the tides, collected in one place, deposited in another only to be re-located again and again.
But sometimes something essential is revealed, maybe just for a fleeting moment, a reminder of what endures.
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Enduring threads: capacity for friendship
Pip Woolf 