{"text":"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.","author":"Roman Payne","tags":["afraid","beauty","beauty-in-literature","beauty-in-nature","bed","death","despair","fear","female","feminine","love","night","nocturnal","passing","passing-of-time","passion","payne","roman","roman-payne","woman","women"],"id":67912,"author_id":"Roman+Payne"}