To weep for someone who is gone is desolation, but to weep for someone who has never really existed is to lose a part of oneself.


Brief Gaudy Hour: A Novel of Anne Boleyn (ed. 2008)


To weep for someone who is gone is desolation, but to weep for someone who has never really existed is to lose a part of oneself.

To weep for someone who is gone is desolation, but to weep for someone who has never really existed is to lose a part of oneself.

To weep for someone who is gone is desolation, but to weep for someone who has never really existed is to lose a part of oneself.

To weep for someone who is gone is desolation, but to weep for someone who has never really existed is to lose a part of oneself.