Book3:WereMyDreamIs
ndtheseaofflowersbehindthemrushedaheadlikefloodwaterburstihedam. Waveafterwaveofflowers,majestidunstoppable,swelledandrapidlygainedspeedastheysurgedforwardtowardsthegoldpadswalloweditupwhole.Theseaofflowersrolledonandon,waveafterwave,obliteratingwhateverwasintheirpath.Ihesurroundingpaces,skyscrapersandtallbuildingswerealleradicatedbythegepersistentandever-movingseaofflowers,leavingbehindnothingbutemptiness.Wavesoftheseaofflowersroseandfellgentlylikeamotherbathingherpreciousinfant,sprayingwateronthebaby’sbody.Wavesoftheseaofflowersmovedon,ushingwaveonandoly,likeamother’shandsprayingwateronherbaby’sbody,carefullywashinghim.Wavesoftheseaofflowersmovedolyandnurturingbutwhereveritpassedevery