I can't help but hum (okay, i admit it, sing opera style) the tune from the Cats musical. In the Lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet, and the wind begins to moan...Memory all alone in the moonlight! I can smile at the old days...
I suppose this tune pops up because 1) I've been all alone [in the moonlight] too long today 2) It's windy 3) fallen leaves have collected 4) tiny lamplights 5) a blurry photograph, like a memory, on my blog.
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