Musing Musings

My brain is a vortex today. I've got a jumble of thoughts floating around like stars on a summer night. It's both terrifying, this constant change. Sometimes I just need to capture these fragments before they fade. Maybe later I can weave them together. Or maybe, just maybe, I'll let them wander.
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