Book3:WereMyDreamIs

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    “No,heisnotcrazy.Lookatthepictures.Thesearebeautifulyoungwomen.Ithinkheisjustatoadlustingafterswans…”

    “Luckilythereisgsswindowsprotegthepictures,orelsethatguywouldmostcertainlyrushupandkissthewomeniuresonebyoilthepicturesarewrinkledandcreased…”

    “Look!Heiswavingatthepictures.That’sstrange.Hemustbecrazy…”LuckilyDimitri’snomadlifeasahomelesspersonhadlongexposedhimtotheslingsandarrowsofeousfortune,sohetookeverythinginhisstrideandwasabletoturnadeafeartothejeersandmockeryofthecrowd.Hewalkedawayfromthestudieverynowaowavegoodbyetohisbelovedbeautiesandsoondisappearedfromsight.Imaginationaivitywhowerehidingintheairwereaghasttoseehimwalkaway.Theywerehopingthatthesightofthebeautiesirait