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Tucked between the vines of Alsace and the wide-open sky,

I am a quiet witness to foggy springs, breezy summers,

golden autumns, and snowy winters.

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Wind moves through my windows.

Light lingers gently on my walls.

Drawn with brightness and shaped with modern clarity,

every line in me is clean and open.

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My white walls echo the passing of light,

and my open spaces invite every movement

to flow in rhythm with the world outside.

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Floor-to-ceiling windows are not just windows —

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they are living paintings,

breathing with vineyards, hills, and shifting skies.

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Each  step has been touched by time.

Each chair remembers the shape of the breeze.

Here, time no longer moves forward. It simply settles.

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My façade is quiet, like a bottle of unopened wine.

Inside, I hold two separate worlds,

each made for a different kind of traveler:

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One for lovers — the Red House;

One for gentle company — the Blue House.