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"
So
you
're
thirsty
,
too
?
"
I
asked
.
But
he
did
n't
answer
my
question
.
He
merely
said
to
me
,
"
Water
can
also
be
good
for
the
heart
...
"
I
did
n't
understand
his
answer
,
but
I
said
nothing
...
"
I
knew
by
this
time
that
it
was
no
use
questioning
him
.
He
was
tired
.
He
sat
down
.
I
sat
down
next
to
him
.
And
after
a
silence
,
he
spoke
again
.
"
The
stars
are
beautiful
because
of
a
flower
you
do
n't
see
...
"
I
answered
,
"
Yes
,
of
course
,
"
and
without
speaking
another
word
I
stared
at
the
ridges
of
sand
in
the
moonlight
.
"
The
desert
is
beautiful
,
"
the
little
prince
added
.
And
it
was
true
.
I
've
always
loved
the
desert
.
You
sit
down
on
a
sand
dune
.
You
see
nothing
.
You
hear
nothing
.
And
yet
something
shines
,
something
sings
in
that
silence
...
"
What
makes
the
desert
beautiful
,
"
the
little
prince
said
,
"
is
that
it
hides
a
well
somewhere
...
"
I
was
surprised
by
suddenly
understanding
that
mysterious
radiance
of
the
sands
.
When
I
was
a
little
boy
I
lived
in
an
old
house
,
and
there
was
a
legend
that
a
treasure
was
buried
in
it
somewhere
.
Of
course
,
no
one
was
ever
able
to
find
the
treasure
,
perhaps
no
one
even
searched
.
But
it
cast
a
spell
over
that
whole
house
.
My
house
hid
a
secret
in
the
depths
of
its
heart
...
