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creative asylum

“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”

There’s an amazing story that happened one day, when I realized that I had managed to finally lose San Francisco in it’s fog, Seattle in it’s gray, and New York in it’s busy…

I had found “a nice place for old people — and their parents.”

The way that I look at it, that’s perfect. I’m an old soul.

I call it home now.

And apparently now I’m looking for a home for the crazy people.

We call it a creative asylum.

I want to care for the minds that make the world sing.

Do you need asylum?

You, my friends, may always lay your head next to mine.

 

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