The family bought a rural plot & planted a garden. The family formed thoughts. Within these thoughts, eggs hatched, animals were born, little wars formed. Each thought said unspeakable things to the other thoughts. As you know, unspoken thoughts rot. The family had a creek running through their plot. The family liked watching the bobwhites dive down for their dinner. How inconsiderate of time to throw light upon these thoughts. Longtime residents of the nearby farms watched. In the 70s more than a million hippies went back to the land. Somehow, they fit in. Perhaps it was the yardful of cars. The family loved its overgrown plot. The family loved its dilapidated barn. The family would have loved its Amish neighbors, would have loved their handmade furniture
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