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I had dream at last night. Like a sunflower blooming among the withered flowers, like a child delighted by its mother's presence, and like a kite gliding high in the sky.  When it dawned, everything was forgotten. I hurriedly went to the library as usual. The drizzling rain outside was telling me to sleep, but the half-read book was urging me to read it. The madness of the book was more than the sleep, so I left regardless of the rain.  Even though it was time, the library was not opened yet. Meanwhile, the librarian who came cursing the rain took the keys from the bag with his wet hands and handed them to me. I went inside and started to read the book. I was drowning in the depth of the story, and the outside world was becoming dormant to me.Like a sleeping child waking up to its mother's voice, my mind, which had sunk into the story, was awakened by the sound of thunder.  It had been two-three hours since I had been surrounded by hundreds of people. I searched around, hoping