Book3:WereMyDreamIs

eskies.Whenitsawtheblueballoon,itseemedtohavefounditstargetaowardsit.Itencircledtheballooimesandslowlydesded.Catgsightofthewhitedove,Charinasaidinatremblingvoice,

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    “It’shere!Thewhitedoveishere.ItknowsmeasIhaveseenherbefore.SheisthemessengerfromtheKingdomofDreams.”ChariheFrenchdoorsandranintothesmallbackyardwaving,jumpingandcallingtothewhitedovesaying,“I’mhere.I’mrighthere.Haveyhtmegoodnews?”ThedovealsosawCharinaandopeningitsbeakdroppedthenoteshehadbeenholdihenitturnedaroundandflewbacktowardsthedeepblueskies.Charinarantowardsthewhitepieceofpaperflutteringdownfromabovearicateditfromthebranalltree.Assheranintothelivingroomwiththenoteinherhand,Dimitriaskedanxiously,

    “Whatdoesits