Flowers grow old ones withered serve remind us death one day come us a — Arthur Golden, Memoirs a Geisha

Arthur Golden Memoirs of a Geisha

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Flowers that grow where old ones have withered serve to remind us that death will one day come to us all.

Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha

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