It's snowing. Thanks dear neighbour for hanging your coloured t-shirts in this pale sunday afternoon. I can see them from where I am studying. Upside-down flags waving in the wind... surrounded by snowflakes gently falling down in your landlord's backyard.

Pale grey sky, walls of orange bricks, dark skeletons of trees, dancing red t-shirts, falling white snowflakes.

Silent, simple and somehow beautiful.

 

I wish you had guess by now that I only need to be tamed.

 

"What must I do, to tame you?" asked the little prince.

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"You must be very patient," replied the fox. "First you will sit down at a little distance from me-- like that-- in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day..."

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"But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed."