There is something about a child's innocence and angelic naivety that can restore a smile upon the face of a man burdened with even the blackest of misery.
With a token red balloon on a string and the most inquisitive of minds, they created an energy within the given environment, that just so much as dried the sodden clothing that many the congregation were sporting, freshly drenched from the typically British summer outside.
Enlightening enough to partially lift a concrete writers block, merely to say that 'oh, how ignorance is bliss, but oh, how wisdom is key'
And so, the non existent sun sets and the artificial glow of London life, highlights the clouds with a rosy haze as we play out, once again, our last scene of this day.
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