I looked across the room and there you were. Even then I saw that you were broken in the same places that I was.
For a brief moment it gave me hope that I was not alone.
Our scars linked hands that day.
How beautiful it has been with you at my side.
liezel graham
author | poet | thread artist
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I am a storyteller and a poet.
I use words and thread, pencil and needle, paper and fabric.
my work is an ongoing conversation with myself.
liezel graham 
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