The Imaginary GeishaOn the beach where the memory she held with him. And she was there with him on one sunny day with the open breeze of the sea. One of those days will never been track by the memoir that she created in her life as one day it will fade away. She held it very tight in her heart.
One day, she says a little prayer. Listen to her heart, where does the voice come from? The deep voices keep whispered to her, telling her the story of the truth and the lie. She was on her knees, catching at one of her hands, holding it and drawing him in front of her.
She stood for a while without moving. As like the raw of earth not yet grown over and the newly cut of her, were dumb. There was like no answer on earth to what had become of that strength, suffering and misery that she felt over all of the feeling. All that he had been to her was held in her memory till that memory extinguished in that very soil moment.
What that other of her was raised, it would tell the world so little. So little to be explained by word or mind. And how would they word it? A dumb, silly and stupid. She start not seeks to see the future of it, for it had no longer any importance to her. What she saw was with an eyes of her imagination but in no vision.
"Pain hardens and great pain hardens greatly, whatever the comforters say, and suffering does not ennoble, though it may occasionally lend a certain rigid dignity of manner to the suffering frame."
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