Friendship, he began to see, was something of a miracle. Built in the smallest of stitches, like Valentina's lace. Each stitch a word, a look, the offering of a hand to help on unsteady ground. Small and almost imperceptible, these stitches, but all together...they wove a garment that wrapped a heart. Made one feel less alone and suddenly, somehow, visible.
All The Lost Places by Amanda Dykes, p 224
