A moisten path
leaves glistening with raindrops,
nature breathing after a long spell without rain.
Snails.
This cabanon (cabin) that really wants me to come inside.
I know it does.
My name is on the door.
I have never seen anyone around it except trees and vines inching their way cover it up.
Beauty's Rose without a Beast.
Saint Baume in the distance.
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