Vieux Nice - France
It’s the little things:
the way the streets curved,
meandering, lilting odes to new and old loves;
the way the air caressed the face,
scented with nostalgia and longing;
the way the colors of the buildings found their way into the heart,
sun-drenched and sigh-laden.
It’s the little things.
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