Daniel Saint-John

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My stories

The streets of Paris

Paris in the morning is silent. The cobbled streets are washed away, water & soap, to erase any trace of victory. It does not matter, victory is forever engraved in hearts & minds.

Let there be another world

I left home years ago, took a ferry south from Dover to Calais, ended up in Paris doing some thinking and some writing. The warmer weather suited me well. I could let dry my sweater,

Hot sun

I come into the room after a while I notice a lemon so shiny I go out again gaze at the big great world after a while I notice a bluebird so shiny

April

Whilst waiting for the teakettle to whistle, doodles overwrite themselves, pitch black, on grainy surface of white paper. Maze of twists and turns, round and elliptical,

Pebbles, water, wind & toad

Almost sleepy, eyes nearly shut, you hear the water falling. The wind blows too, the sun is coming down in infinity, to repeat the cycle. Little pond of pebbles,

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