Watching the Jeffrey Epstein film left me feeling dirty, sad, sometimes hopeless. Odors rose around me like memories of a swamp I had decorated and redecorated, trying to disguise it from what it was.
Ephemeral, fleeting, pervasive, seeping into the darkest recesses of my being, as old and outdated, as confusing and manipulative, as awful and fouling as it was, it still is when I unconsciously allow it to surround me.
Everything is beautiful.
Except for that and it is like a westward wind constantly tinting the view with a layer of oily, slimy, dust.
In the beginning there was betrayal and no amount of denying can redecorate that.
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