

I understand, a little bit, how Sayuri felt when she let go of his handkerchief.
That was my moment. I let go.
This changes everything - ambiguously.
Here is the place where I am to ramble about life and love and languages. You'll probably encounter some quasi-anthropological ranting and a lot of wanderlust. I do try not to be too emo, and occasionally throw in things of worldly interest, so stop by and read if you have a few minutes. :)
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I had a moment like this last January. Felt like having a tooth out - kinda painful at the time and hurt a bit afterwards (a lot, actually), but the thing removed was a BAD influence and best removed.
Keep moving forward, although I know it's hard.=)
Is that the actress that was in crouching tiger?
... *goes to google "Sayuri"
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