"I saw her," a white man with dreadlocks leans over his blandly seasoned fish to look me in the eyes. There's tobacco on his breath. "Mother Ayahuasca revealed my life's purpose to me today, in the form of a horse." "Oh," I say, pushing the fish around on my plate, hoping that the porcelain might …
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