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So this place is really cultish. In a southern, innocent, preppy kind of way. You drive for what seems like hours, through a canyon of pine trees and then poof. You are in this cute little town built around the pillow to my left.
I went to a small Baptist school in So Cal.
This does not make sense to me.
Can someone explain to me the allegiance to such things and how one makes sense of this all?
Then I can sleep better tonight.
On that pillow.