I met Little Prince when I was ten years old and I didn’t like him and the drawings. There was a talk about the difference between adults and children, there was the drawing that looked like a hat but supposed to be an elephant. I got so quickly bored with the book that I put it far way and forgot about it.
Several years ago on a cold Saturday morning I was in Barnes and Nobles and spotted on the front table The Little Prince and bought it. I am not sure why? Perhaps, some books attach themselves to memories in unexpected ways.
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The best of what we mortals are, and what we create, lives on. The books like The Little Prince live on. Love lives on. Memories. Ideas. Creativity. Talents. Kindness lives on.
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The best of what we mortals are, and what we create, lives on. The books like The Little Prince live on. Love lives on. Memories. Ideas. Creativity. Talents. Kindness lives on.