It Has Taken Different Forms

This way of working
has not always looked like this.

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It has taken different forms.

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At times,
it appeared in smaller pieces.

Held in the hand.
Returned to more than once.
Something to sit with,
rather than move past.

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At other times,
it was less visible.

A way of seeing.
A way of noticing
what was shifting
beneath the surface.

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I did not always recognise it
as the same thing.

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Only later,
looking back,
does the continuity become clearer.

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Not a fixed path.
Not a single shape.

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But a way of returning
to what is already there.

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These days,
it feels more open.

Less defined.

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Not contained in one form.

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But still carrying
something familiar.

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A quiet thread
running through it all.

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Something that has been here
for longer than I realised.

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And is still unfolding.