Book1:TeDream-Maker

enthegrowlingofhisstomachtoldhimitwastimetomoveon．Helookedupattheblueskiesandwonderedwhattimeitwas．Hehadnoseime，whichwasuselessandsuperfluoustohim．Itspassagericious,sometimesfast,sometimesslow．Atransparentwindbillowedthroughthebranches,causingthebuddingleavestoswayinunison．Dimitrithoughtthatperhapstime，too，movedlikethewind．Stirredbythemotion，thefadedpetalsofthewiltedroseoDimitriflutteredandfellonhiseye．

    “Ahyes!”hethought.“timedidmove．Itmightdosoimperceptiblybutthebudding，bloomingandfinallywiltingoftheflowersshowedthatitdid.What’sthediffereweenman’sfleshbodyandtheflowers?”,thoughtDimitri.“Itgraduallyagesaoo．Sothemostpracticalthingwouldbetofeedit．Onlywhenthefleshbodyisalive，itweavemoredre