When the sun abandonnes us, leaves us, it always gives something in return, namely a lovely shadow to keep you warm in remembering.Ainsi qu'une souris qui quitte son sourire. And other "mousy stuff".
wim commented on 05.21.09
it makes me think. A shadow cannot be abandonned, neither can a mouse on your mind. How about you souris? Who abandonnes who? Is there a word in English for "muizenissen" "mouse stuff" "mousyness"I am full of mouse not mice