Shaking out the garments...

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I feel as though, since writing the posts where I diagnosed my parents, and my dad, and later writing the post "F--- you," I am done. Everything else is a post-script. 

Yet, there are still more things to think about and process. 

I feel as though I am shaking out the hems of my garments. Seeing what other pebbles, baubles, or time-bombs may fall out. Get it all out, Ishmael. Get it all out. 

We need to get clean, get clear of these people. Shake them out...

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