He stood with his two frail hands on his cane and his eyes closed, and breathed in deeply the scent of the past. "Someti — Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
He stood with his two frail hands on his cane and his eyes closed, and breathed in deeply the scent of the past. "Someti — Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
He stood with his two frail hands on his cane and his eyes closed, and breathed in deeply the scent of the past. "Someti — Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
He stood with his two frail hands on his cane and his eyes closed, and breathed in deeply the scent of the past. "Someti — Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
He stood with his two frail hands on his cane and his eyes closed, and breathed in deeply the scent of the past. "Someti — Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
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He stood with his two frail hands on his cane and his eyes closed, and breathed in deeply the scent of the past. "Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.

— Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
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