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  • Were they friends? Or two halves of the same soul?
    Were they vaguely acquainted? Connected by work?
    Former school mates?

    Or were they without affinity, one to the other
    beyond country, gender & poetic sensibility?

    Uncanny similarities of disposition, that mysterious link
    of sisterhood not uncommon to women of their generation...
    Something she wasn't sure of evidenced a bond;
    certainly there was awareness at least,
    knowledge of each other in spirit.

    Perhaps it was the aura of romantic love?
    Covert affection not quite let go.
    Oddly becoming, at times unsettling,
    a faint but palpable presence could be discerned,
    a perfume of connectedness.

    An estranged friendship perhaps?
    Something tied them together yet kept them apart.
    She was sure of it.

    Only to be thrown off the trail at the next turn.

    Her curiosity to know of what their mutual regard consisted
    made her suspicious, & detective-like
    she rummaged through their separate stories
    looking for that tell-tale sign of duplicity.

    Or was it imagination only?
    A type of self-convinced second guessing with no basis in fact?
    Evidence there was, though circumstantial, to argue complicity.
    Was it designed to be so or simply coincidental?

    Were their separate identities a manifestation of artistic freedom?
    A way to explore facets otherwise difficult from a single perspective?
    Was their apparent separateness a product of deep estrangement within a single soul?

    If so, why, & how might it be resolved?
    Or was she herself searching for what was not there?
    Barking up the wrong tree...mountains out of molehills?

    Time would tell. She had all the time it would require.
    Besides, slowly (she told herself) the diversity,
    the fragments of distinct existences were amalgamating, coalescing.
    Signs of a compromise, reconciliation.

    Just the other day, by the sea, a figure so familiar.
    Though blurred by distance, it may have been two shapes she had seen,
    but even in the fog of mid-morning, what appeared to be two, (she was sure)
    were one & the same persona.

    Photo courtesy of Naomi Campbell
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