Starry-Eyed Over Soggy End To Dry Summer

"Designers want me to dress like Spring, in billowing things. I don't feel like Spring. I feel like a warm red Autumn." Marilyn Monroe

A blown leaf hit the soggy ground. The rain gave it a special glow ... as if it were a discarded garment that could have draped the shoulders of someone bathed in starlight.

The leaf twigged a memory that Marilyn Monroe and I do have one thing in common.

I have no fashion designers and I'm no icon in films but I, too, feel like a "warm red" and am drawn to deep hues and soulful moods of decaying beauty in autumn.

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