23 March 2014

Posted by Rumeysa

My favourite kind of light, the light at sunset.

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Oh, little prince! Bit by bit I came to understand the secrets of your sad little life… For a long time you had found your only entertainment in the quiet pleasure of looking at the sunset.

I learned that new detail on the morning of the fourth day when you said to me:

“I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset now.”

“But we must wait,” I said

“Wait? For what?”

“For the sunset. We must wait until it is time.”

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But on your tiny planet, my little prince, all you need do is move your chair a few steps. You can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like…

“One day,” you said to me, “I saw the sunset forty-four times!”

And a little later you added: “You know, one loves the sunset, when one is so sad…”

“Were you so sad, then?” I asked, “on the day of forty-four sunsets?”

But the little prince made no reply.

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The Little Prince, Antoine De Saint-Exupery

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