Dedicated to snatches of song that can sum up your state of mind at that moment.
To those song-
writers and poets who string words together that anyone can own.
To my own pen, that can create pieces of song, though rare...
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Pale September
Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that year The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin... ~Fiona Apple in Pale September
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