Book3:WereMyDreamIs
wthathehadbeenherebefore. “Don’tbeafraid.I’mhere”hesaid.“Justfollowme”HethenledSalinaacrossseveralstreets.Itwasdarksothereweren’ttoomariansaboutbutthosewhowerecastsurprisedlooksatthisbedraggledpair.Afterpassingthroughafewmorestreets,thesoundoffallingwatercouldbeheard.Ah!Theyhadetothefamouswaterfountainiy’stralPark.nsofwatershotuphighintotheskiesandtheumblingdownscatteringwaterdropseverywhere,famistyweb.Multicoloredlightsofpaleshadesofpink,green,blue,yellourpleatthebottomofthewaterfountaiedincastingtheirglowonthedispy,addingtothepoetidromanticatmosphereofthepce.Itwaste,butthebenchesaroundthergewaterfallwerestilloccupiedbyloverswhispering,embragandkissing.Thereweremanybrouesscatteredalrou