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With the wind
A hand seized a hat from escaping with the autumn wind. Tickled necks and licked coat tails danced at the coming change crossing bridges to another tomorrow.
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Seagulls over Paris
Their news echoes through the avenues causing puzzled faces to peer onto a setting sky where winged shadows swoop swiftly slicing up the Seine, swooshing and swerving, a spontaneous dance of sorts of ups and downs and all-arounds. How easy it all seems, this dancing with the wind this weightlessness…
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The Error
He was built just like any other man, except that he was invisible. He often staggered on the cobblestones streets of Paris, delirious after a succession of sleepless nights, sometimes with a flat can of beer in one hand, which sloshed and dribbled down his arm. On some days he…