hislife.Atthesametimehethoughtofhislifeoverthestfewdays,ofsplurgiravagantlyonthewhirlwindshoppingspreeandofthrowingmoneyaroundlikethere’snotomorrowasifthewholeworldcouldbeboughtatthestretchofhishand.“Moneyisreallyagoodstuff”hethought.

    Waveafterwaveofflowers,majestidunstoppable,swelledandgainedspeedastheysurgedforward.EmmanuendSalinadriftedwiththeflow.Holdingtightlyontoeachother’shandsoasnottobeseparated,theyroseandfellwiththewavesofflowers.Butintheirheartstheyfeltnottheslightestfearer,onlypeadtranquilitywhichwasasorrowful,movingafeltemotion.Theylosttoftimeanddistaheytravelledwiththewavesofflowers,butaftertheirfeettouchedtheground,thewavesofflowersstillsurgedontotheykwhatdestinationanddisappearedfromview.Itwasamostpeadgentleforce,butalsothemostpowerfundall-quering.Therewasnothingitcouldnotresolve.EmmanuendSalinalookedateachotherandfoundthattheywerebothverywet,coveredfromheadtofootwithpetals,fiments,pollenaarofflowers.Theyfeltveryunfortableandstiotwithsaltwaterbutsweetar.Luckilyitwasteatnightotherwisebeeswouldbeswarmingarouryingtogatherthesugarysubstance.SalinalookedatEmmanuelhelplesslyandasked,

    “Whatshallwedo?Thisistoounfortable.Wemustfindsomewheretoupaosomedryclothing.”Emmanuellookedaroundattheunfamiliarsurroundingswhieverthelessprickedhismemory.Hefeltsomehowthathehadbeenherebefore.

    “Don’tbeafraid.I’mhere”hesaid.“Justfollowme”HethenledSalinaacrossseveralstreets.Itwasdarksothereweren’ttoomariansaboutbutthosewhowerecastsurprisedlooksatthisbedraggledpair.Afterpassingthroughafewmorestreets,thesoundoffallingwatercouldbeheard.Ah!Theyhadetothefamouswaterfountainiy’stralPark.nsofwatershotuphighintotheskiesandtheumblingdownscatteringwaterdropseverywhere,famistyweb.Multicoloredlightsofpaleshadesofpink,green,blue,yellourpleatthebottomofthewaterfountaiedincastingtheirglowonthedispy,addingtothepoetidromanticatmosphereofthepce.Itwaste,butthebenchesaroundthergewaterfallwerestilloccupiedbyloverswhispering,embragandkissing.Thereweremanybrouesscatteredalroundtheparkofgreatmusis,artistsandwriters,extremelytruetolife.Somehadsmilesontheirfacesasiftheyhadreceivedinspirationfromthemandsalutedbyraisingupimaginarycupssaying‘cheers!’Theexpressionsontheirfaceswerenotatallwoodenbutwerenaturandvivid.Somepeoplestoodtransfixedbeforethesestatuesdeepinthoughtloathtoleave.

    Emmanuelpoihefountainandughed,“eonSalina,that’sourbath.Whatareyouwaitingfor?”Sayingso,hejumpedoverthebarrierandpluothefountain.Salinafollowedsuit.Theysanktheirheadsandbodiesiertowashawaythearandtheflowerpetalsstigtothem.Thenpokingtheirheadsoutofthewater,theysmiledhappilyandspshedwaterateachotherinfun.Theirwildandunbridledductshockedthepeoplearoundthemwhowerestunnedandfrownedindisapproval.Soonapolicecarappearedandapoliandapoliaofthedwalkedtothewaterfountain.ThepolishoutedatEmmanuel,

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    “Aren’tyoutheguythatIcaughtsleepingonpublichessttime?NowIfindyoutakingabathinthefountain.eoutatonceorIwilrrestyoufordisruptingpublicorder.”

    AsithappehiswasthesamepolithatfoundEmmanuelsleepin

hislife.Atthesametimehethoughtofhislifeoverthestfewdays,ofsplurgiravagantlyonthewhirlwindshoppingspreeandofthrowingmoneyaroundlikethere’snotomorrowasifthewholeworldcouldbeboughtatthestretchofhishand.“Moneyisreallyagoodstuff”hethought.

    Waveafterwaveofflowers,majestidunstoppable,swelledandgainedspeedastheysurgedforward.EmmanuendSalinadriftedwiththeflow.Holdingtightlyontoeachother’shandsoasnottobeseparated,theyroseandfellwiththewavesofflowers.Butintheirheartstheyfeltnottheslightestfearer,onlypeadtranquilitywhichwasasorrowful,movingafeltemotion.Theylosttoftimeanddistaheytravelledwiththewavesofflowers,butaftertheirfeettouchedtheground,thewavesofflowersstillsurgedontotheykwhatdestinationanddisappearedfromview.Itwasamostpeadgentleforce,butalsothemostpowerfundall-quering.Therewasnothingitcouldnotresolve.EmmanuendSalinalookedateachotherandfoundthattheywerebothverywet,coveredfromheadtofootwithpetals,fiments,pollenaarofflowers.Theyfeltveryunfortableandstiotwithsaltwaterbutsweetar.Luckilyitwasteatnightotherwisebeeswouldbeswarmingarouryingtogatherthesugarysubstance.SalinalookedatEmmanuelhelplesslyandasked,

    “Whatshallwedo?Thisistoounfortable.Wemustfindsomewheretoupaosomedryclothing.”Emmanuellookedaroundattheunfamiliarsurroundingswhieverthelessprickedhismemory.Hefeltsomehowthathehadbeenherebefore.

    “Don’tbeafraid.I’mhere”hesaid.“Justfollowme”HethenledSalinaacrossseveralstreets.Itwasdarksothereweren’ttoomariansaboutbutthosewhowerecastsurprisedlooksatthisbedraggledpair.Afterpassingthroughafewmorestreets,thesoundoffallingwatercouldbeheard.Ah!Theyhadetothefamouswaterfountainiy’stralPark.nsofwatershotuphighintotheskiesandtheumblingdownscatteringwaterdropseverywhere,famistyweb.Multicoloredlightsofpaleshadesofpink,green,blue,yellourpleatthebottomofthewaterfountaiedincastingtheirglowonthedispy,addingtothepoetidromanticatmosphereofthepce.Itwaste,butthebenchesaroundthergewaterfallwerestilloccupiedbyloverswhispering,embragandkissing.Thereweremanybrouesscatteredalroundtheparkofgreatmusis,artistsandwriters,extremelytruetolife.Somehadsmilesontheirfacesasiftheyhadreceivedinspirationfromthemandsalutedbyraisingupimaginarycupssaying‘cheers!’Theexpressionsontheirfaceswerenotatallwoodenbutwerenaturandvivid.Somepeoplestoodtransfixedbeforethesestatuesdeepinthoughtloathtoleave.

    Emmanuelpoihefountainandughed,“eonSalina,that’sourbath.Whatareyouwaitingfor?”Sayingso,hejumpedoverthebarrierandpluothefountain.Salinafollowedsuit.Theysanktheirheadsandbodiesiertowashawaythearandtheflowerpetalsstigtothem.Thenpokingtheirheadsoutofthewater,theysmiledhappilyandspshedwaterateachotherinfun.Theirwildandunbridledductshockedthepeoplearoundthemwhowerestunnedandfrownedindisapproval.Soonapolicecarappearedandapoliandapoliaofthedwalkedtothewaterfountain.ThepolishoutedatEmmanuel,

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    “Aren’tyoutheguythatIcaughtsleepingonpublichessttime?NowIfindyoutakingabathinthefountain.eoutatonceorIwilrrestyoufordisruptingpublicorder.”

    AsithappehiswasthesamepolithatfoundEmmanuelsleepin