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novembre
(3) and the puzzle...
Tu n'es encore pour moi qu'un petit garçon tout semblable à cent mille petits garçons. Et je n'ai pas besoin de toi. Et tu n'a pas besoin de moi non plus.
Mais, si tu m'apprivoises, nous aurons besoin l'un de l'autre. Tu seras pour moi unique au monde. Je serai pour toi unique au monde...
S'il te plaît... apprivoise-moi...
-Le Petit Prince
*Dedicated to B.
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novembre
(2) and the promise...
As small as it may seem
When the time is right
The butterfly will come.
So please treat it with care...
*Inspired by B.
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novembre
(1) and the present...
Where is Dream? I have been looking for that special place where the wind whispers in your ears as you open your eyes every morning.. where snow isn't the only thing that covers the trees in winter, nor is the song of cicadas the only thing that fills the air in summer..
Maybe this butterfly knows the answer?
Happy birthday to me. And thank you, thank you, and thank you.. to everyone around you for shaping you into the person you are now.
*Art work by B.
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novembre
a legend
It is said that the moment he started to write, the world became quiet and more people started to pay attention.
Whether it's true or not, there is no way of telling, but it's definitely one of the most comforting legends of his entire life.
It's raining.. of a way that makes you think.
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novembre
and the message
If I could just...
And if you would just...
This is what I say.
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novembre
le premier et dernier novembre
What is finite, but boundaryless?
Nous serons pour nous unique au monde et j'aimerais bien cette histoire, she'd hinted.
But after a while, everything faded away, your name, your scent, and even... your voice.
Only the beauty mark stayed imprinted in memory which... left a feeling of incompleteness just like a sentence without a period.
Then a gentle autumn breeze swept over the grain-fields.
And just like that, the sentence without a period became as perfectly unfinished as one can only hope in life...
of desperation.
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