We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course.
Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha, 1997.
Postcard from Martyna, Poland.
We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course.
Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha, 1997.
Postcard from Martyna, Poland.
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