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