Book3:WereMyDreamIs

tchedinmymemory,obefotten.IcouldbringitoutandwonderuponitanytimeIwant.”Creativityughedandsaid,

    “Youspendtoomuchtimepoverthisbeautifulsery.Itisonlyaseofyourimpressions.Everythingwillge.Don’tfetthatyournameisImaginationandmineisCreativity.Whateveryouimagine,Imakeitreality.Onlythusweimproveandadvance,right?”

    “Yht,”saidImaginationsmilingandnoddingherhead.“Yht.YournameisCreativityandmineisImagination…”Amongthemanypeoplestrollingaroundthekeuhebrilliantbutserenesunshinewasayoungcouplepushingastroller.Theyoungmother’sfacewaswreathedinhappysmilesasshesaid,

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    “ThanktheLordmydecisionwasthecorree.Lookhowhealthyandlivelyoursonis!”Herhusbandandfatheroftheboy,alkioher,said,

    “I’llh