Book3:WereMyDreamIs

rtheykhowlongorhowfar,untilthemooheydidnotknowwhetheritwasthedarkhathelpedthemorwhetheritwasthatJehovahhademptedtocapturethem;buttheyseemedtohavegottenawaythistime.ImaginationspokeupfromunderCreativity’sarms,

    “Stop.Stop.Letmedown.Youaresuffogme!”Creativitystoppedaherdown.Imaginationstoodtheretryingtogetherbreathandusedherfiobhertangledhairmessedupbythewind,saying,

    “Jehovahdidnoteafterus.Heletusoffthehookoncemore.Tobetruthful,heisreallykindanddidnothavethehearttopunishusorwewouldneverhavebeeogetaway.”Creativitynoddedinagreement.ImaginationlookedupatCreativityandsawthathewascalmandcollectedasusual.Shewalkeduptohimandsnuggledinhisarms.Usingherslenderhandstocaresshisbroadchestshetinued