• Author B. D. West

She was…

She was no one. She was every woman. She stood in the snow. She stood in front of his grave. Who are you? My curiosity grew. Is he your father? Is it your soul mate gone asunder? I didn’t mean to see. Your grief was not for me. Does anyone know you’re here? Do you need to shed a private tear? She was no one. She was every woman. Is she me?

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