Ideas Orphanage

My brain collects stray thoughts – not like an old lady with cats, but in an instituted, caring-because-we-have-to kind of way.

These ideas mill around and grow. Over time they form relationships, build bonds and start futures.

Then I send them off. Some to bad homes. But others, they can change worlds.

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