Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第132/1399页)

nDimitriwasstilboy.Ortobemoreprecise,itwasafragmentofrecollesabouthispreviouslifethathadlingeredinDimitri’smemory-anindeliblepictureofaspringm.Thepureandclearmsunlightshohedipidatedbuildingsoftheslumswherethetrashinthedecrepitgarbageoverflowedtothegroundsurroundingit.Perhapsirashtherewasadeadcatwhosecarcasssentoffwaveafterwaveofrancid,stinkingodor.Likeapatientsufferingfromseveredepression,dismalmoodflowedinhislimbsandbody.Annoyinganddisorderlyswarmsoffliesbuzzedaroundnon-stop,refusingtobedispersed.Byceagustbreezepassedbycarryingalongwithitatinyflowerseedwhichwasdroppedactallyontothisdirtypatchofearth.heretowaterorfertilizeit,butthenutrientsiinthesoilprovidedenoughnourishmenttolettheseeddevel