Book3:WereMyDreamIs

dstretchedhimselfsaying,

    “Good!Yousitthereandwait.BesuretoletmeknowwhenyousolvetheproblegoingtolookforaquietaedallywhereItakeagoodnap…Straosay,myeyesusedtobegluedtothegroundlookingfarettebuttspeoplehadthrownawayasifthat’stheonlythingthatcouldcatchmyattention.Nowit’sdifferent.Myeyesarefreetoroahildwentintoashoptobuyady;atinyweedgrewoutofthecrevientbytheroadside;adolrbillfloateddownfromtheskyetc.areallmaterialIhadgatheredthatcouldbeweavedintoadream.Howwonderfullifeis!”

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    “Letmegiveyouagift”saidDimitripointingtothetall,magnifitandgrandiosebuildingacrossthestreet.“Whydon’tyouputthatbuildingintoyourbraintouseasmaterial?”Dimitriwasblind,buthecouldstillrememberdistinctlythatacrossth