Book2:KigdomIteDreams

haveunsciouslywastedthegoldenyearsofmylife.EvenifIwerewillingtospendallthegoldIhave,Iotredeemasedofthetimethathasgoneby.Yes,youthhasvaimehasflownbyandotberetrieved.Springbreezeblowsohyearafteryear,butnomatterhowassiduouslythespringbreezeblowsorhowfertilethesoil,tendergreenleaveswillneverburstforthfromthewitheredbranchesofarotted,rootlesstree.”Lotus’softsmoothskincoveredDimitri’swholebodyandDimitrifeltasifhewerelyingonacloud,fettingevenhisowence.Heohetougofskinonskin.Thatsoft,smoothskinwaswarmandfresh.Dimitrifelthewaslyingbuoyantlyonacloud,floating,floatingtoafarahisheart,therewasalwaysthisinexplicablesadhathehadtrifledthroughthegoldenyearsofhislifeandthattodayhewaslikearootlesstree.Noamountb