Book2:KigdomIteDreams

mysteriousaic.HowIwishthistripcouldstforeversowedriveslowlyihickfog.”

    “Thesewordsdooefromyou”saidDimitriwhowassittingbesideher.“Theyarethewordsofapoet.”

    “It’snotonlypoetswhowritepoetry.Weordinarypeoplealsohavepoeticthoughtsinourmindsas,onlywedon’tknowhowtomexpressthem,that’sall”

    “Yht.Yht.”

    NomatterhowmuchElinawishedtheshorttripwouldstlohecarhadreachedtheredlightiviewofDimitri’slittlestudio.

    “Hey,Dimitri!”excimedElena.“”There’ssomeoneclimbingintothewindowofyourapartment!”

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    “Oh,that’salright”repliedDimitrismiling.“It’sprobablyoneofmyoldfriends”

    “Whydotheyjumpthroughwindows?Whydon’ttheyusethedoor?”

    “Thesefriendsofminedonotalwaysobeythewsofsociety”s