stonepicnicking_okapi

Oh my goodness, this is gutting because, if my memory serves, Fanny Brawne wore the ring Keats gave her until she died. To think she could look down and forget who gave it to her: on the one hand you want poor Fanny to have a respite from the memory of Keats, to not live her whole life in retrospect. But to know that life will eventually wear down the edges of a memory like that feels like a loss in itself.

So beautifully done, as always.