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When we had walked for hours, in silence, night fell, and the stars began to light. I saw them as if in a dream, having a little fever, because of my thirst. The words of the little prince danced in my memory:

"Are you thirsty then, too?" I asked him.

But he did not answer my question. He simply says:

"Water can also be good for the heart ..."

I did not understand his answer but I was silent ... I knew that he should not be interrogated.

He was tired. He sat. I sat down beside him. And after a pause he said, "The stars are beautiful, because of a flower that one does not see ..."

I answered "of course" and I looked, without speaking, the folds of sand under the moon.

"The desert is beautiful," he added.

And it was true. I have always loved the desert. It sits on a sand dune. We see nothing. Nothing is heard. And yet something radiates in silence...

"What beautifies the desert," said the little prince, "is that he hides a well somewhere..."

I was surprised to suddenly understand this mysterious radiance of the sand. When I was a little boy I lived in an old house, and legend had it that a treasure was buried there. Of course, no one has ever discovered it, nor perhaps even sought it. But he delighted the whole house. My house hid a secret in the depths of her heart...

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