There are ideas brewing. They start like cirrocumulus, little wisps dancing across my thoughts as I go about my day-today life. Over time, some drift away on the breeze never to be caught again. Others persist, building into solid cumulus clouds or the kind of stratus clouds that hang low and heavy across the entire field of vision and last all day.
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