How did I never notice that little cozy tucked-in house?
Was it because of Saint Baume in the distance that caught my eye?
Or the vines and their ever-changing dance to fruition?
Possibly, because the road is narrow and pay attention I must not trip.
The play of the clouds up high, the other side of the road, and the wildflowers I
pick also hold me close.
But today, I noticed the cozy, tucked-in house.
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