“It is simple we do it while we are awake, not in sleep. This is the condition, is not it?” he says.
“You are a funny person,” I say.
“I am not a funny person; I am your child friend. I am getting late for my dinner. OK, see you tomorrow, Happy Peace Night!” he says.
“All right, see you, Happy Peace Night!” I reply.
I enjoy the way he walks talks and explains in the same way as my mother does.
When he leaves the garden, he seems to feel as if he has added beauty to child friendliness.
I can observe it when I meet him every next evening. I leave, while thinking and offering my thanksgiving for the dreams as a gift from Mother Nature.
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