The smooth sound of what was, was bringing the people to walk closer to what was closer than the jugular vein. Melancholy at its finest. Beauty was understood, unseen but understood. "Babam, neredesiniz?" The child said. I looked at him hoping to answer what I understood to be a question. The child questioned Him, while I questioned him.
We then smiled at each other once he believed that it was enough time spent on the floor. Euphoric, ecstatic, all grownup words, but a child's smile has a simple yet pure gloria. The child within me had just met a new friend.
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