81 - Cult colony.
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I recognize  the area I  am in  - it's one  of the
farms a ways  south-west of Burloo. I  see lots of
cabins on  this property, and  all of us  here are
wearing the  same robe  and have  no hair,  so I'm
pretty sure I'm in one of those cult colonies now.

We're  all in  these  little  two-cot cabins,  and
there's like  a big  long building  where everyone
comes together to eat  and work.  Although I'm not
really part of  that right now. They've  got me on
what  someone called  the "purification  diet" for
new members,  which is  lots of  rest and  lots of
this   gruelly    oatmeal   with    something   in
it. Whatever it is, it's working because I sure am
feeling better  now. Maybe that's why  I'm not all
freaked  out  about  being absorbed  into  a  cult
colony like I'd think I would be.

But  anyways, I  am  learning things  in bits  and
pieces from Ami my cabin-mate, who doesn't talk so
much. They let me have  pencils and paper and keep
my  phone, so  that's great  - I  can still  write
stuff  down.  So  far,  I gather  this  group  has
something to  do with  water and healing  and "eco
system re-alignment". That  sounds pretty okay to
me.