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Growing up my mom was a sort of bumper sticker buddhist. Raised in rural Arkansas, it was like her Southern roots folded themselves into a bodhi tree when she moved to LA, from which sprouted salvation distilled into the kinds of slogans you’d expect to see on the back of a big rig. My youth was narrated like someone reading sanskrit written with an Ark…
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