The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space — Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
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The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space of something removed. A phantom limb. A scratchy hunger. The wasting muscle fatigue of want.

— Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You
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