Dec 19, 2001 01:33
"Grief is a most peculiar thing; we're so helpless in the face of it. It's like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it."
Sayuri, "Memoirs of a Geisha" by Arthur Golden
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It's not on purpose - promise!
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