Daniel travelled widely in his pursuit of excellence. He wrote poems in Athens and Rome, and in the cafè on the Rive Gauche famous for its literary patrons. He wandered down the Champ Elysees and through the halls of the Louvre. He caught the ferry from Calais to Dover and stood on the rain-washed deck, waiting for the White Cliffs to inspire him.
Soaring overhead, a seagull glimpsed fluttering Moleskine pages and swooped in for an easy meal.
As the only copy of his work fell, shredded and useless, into the Channel, Daniel's language turned the grey sky blue.
Soaring overhead, a seagull glimpsed fluttering Moleskine pages and swooped in for an easy meal.
As the only copy of his work fell, shredded and useless, into the Channel, Daniel's language turned the grey sky blue.
