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The whispers of the leaves guide me along the scent o the water. The gentle warmth of the sun rays crazes my skin, cradling me into a soft hug. Small pebbles and stones shift with every step that I take, bumping into one another unconcerned. They are unapologetic, yet carefree. They are harsh, yet delicate. They are pointed yet accommodating. The rhythmic mellow distant waves glistened under the embrace of the sun. Ripples made way for the vessels, carrying belongings, possessions, properties, nothing less than your hopes, dreams, ambitions that you vessel across the bridge. When was the last time shuffling amongst the congest was insouciant? When was the last time everything else has allowed your goals, aspirations, and everything you fought for through easily? When was the last time you slowed down? This pulsed tranquillity, unsurprisingly, was mangled by the ear-splitting siren wails.

Yes,

This is the London I know.