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Reminds me of a story I read about a functional autistic woman. The story was fascinating, a glimpse into the mind of a savant.

She was being interviewed, and as the two were walking down the street, the woman began whistling a strange tune. Her interviewer asked where she had heard the song. The autistic woman replied that the birds wrote it, and pointed to the overhead power lines. She was reading the birds as notes on a stanza.

Some of the musical Blogmockrateers ought to give that a shot when stumped for inspiration, and post the results on The Overnight Open Thread.