The man approached some and tells him: who are you?
The young boy who wasn't afraid answered him; I am The-Small-Boy-with-Green-Hairs.And of the same tone, reassuring: Where do you come from ?
“I come from far away” answered the young man.
Both, which did not know each other; spoke about their life, their loves, their stars.
But the hunter had to leave.
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For this day, the-small-boy-with-green-hair had looked beyond the sky, wain-ting and hoping for him return.
For this day, him, which looked at the sky to see shooting stars, he looked at it to can see him, one day !
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