But now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on an ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into wash, just like watery ink on paper.
Arthur Golden ends with words of elegance
"Memoirs of a Geisha"
"Memoirs of a Geisha"
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