The Potato Eaters - Vincent Van Gogh
by Joy Reid
Leprosy
Loneliness, an uncomfortable word. It has a sour smell as of unwashed intimacy. It curls the lip, corrugates the nose like menstrual sops exposed. How shameful, how indiscrete, for the inflicted rings a bell as surely as a leper.
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