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chapter five : our temporary residence


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" but now i know that our world is no more than a wave rising on the ocean.
Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them,
all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink "

-the memoirs of a geisha : arthur golden


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