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{"text":"I grew up culturally diverse. probably more than my parents were and im sure i was a nuisance too..i picked blueberries with migrant workers and I was good friends with an immigrant Indian family. My friend was 1st gen American. so new even her sister was born in India. Her sister, arti graduated with honors to be an engineer like her dad and nailed her job interview at her very first job, pretty sure in her whole life, too. She called up her mom and dad on phone and told them the news. then she boarded à small charter plane to go home to them and it crashed killing everyone on board. She never made it to her first job or even to celebrate with anyone. so sometimes I think of her when I sing: laksmi aarti. I never learned any Indian language. they spoke about 3 and used them for secret conversation. I'm more disappointed I missed the food. I had so much access to authentic world food and i only ate PBJ! SO when I sing out all the words wrong down the road  it's not because I think I'm Indian. It's because I remember that young lady that died and my friends that had secret language and faith and food I never knew any of it even just in the next room over. ","videos":"[]","link":"{}","pics":"[]","canComment":true,"externalShare":false}

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{"replyTo":"","text":"wtf? are you talking about? crackerjack cdl?","replyToPid":0}

1606711

{"replyTo":"","text":"When did the plane crash and what kind of aircraft was it?","replyToPid":0}

1700531

{"replyTo":"","text":"Noooooobody knows the trouble I’ve seen ","replyToPid":0}

1323420

{"replyTo":"","text":"this some copy pasta","replyToPid":0}

1565085

{"replyTo":"","text":"that's so sad","replyToPid":0}