“I sometimes lift the brocade cover on the mirror of my makeup stand, and have the briefest flicker of a thought that I may find her there in the glass, smirking at me.”
Arthur Golden Memoir of a Geisha
In this menagerie of existence, dear friend, Where mysteries whisper and certainties bend, We seek the truth like moths to …
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