I sat up in the strange bed fearing it had been a dream, afraid I would never see her again. Not because I wanted anything from her, only her presence. The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onward towards death.
Love is the most precious gift you could ever possibly hope to steal. Some women foolishly do not leave their rib cages locked at night.?
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