When the rain comes it soaks up all the colour and washes it down the Mile. For some it's a challenge to defeat for others it's a wall that you just can't see over.
When the sun comes out and dries the cobbles and the pavements; it's a painting by numbers set, colour returns to the street and the life that was washed away returns. It's like watching the buds of spring return and the bluebells cover the woodland walks once again.
The Fringe is and has been all the seasons that Scotland and Edinburgh has to offer; sometimes all in one day.
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