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Affinity Beneath these leaves We sat and talked And as a weaver weaves So we propelled our thoughts Back and forth Making patterns Of similar kind From the dark Labyrinths of mind. Strange that the hands So close to mine Were brown, For while your ancestors Enjoyed the sun, Mine, In the northern clime Faced fierce blizzards In sombre woods of pine. Yet we felt a kinship, Found an affinity Based on thoughts Which like a garment Of invisible threads Wrapped round us Like a patterned cloak Enfolding us in its warmth As we sat and spoke. Margaret Dickey

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Te Ao Hou, March 1969, Page 45

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Affinity Te Ao Hou, March 1969, Page 45

Affinity Te Ao Hou, March 1969, Page 45