People wonder if there are actual children that live here at Thistlewood Farm.
Children who eat Cheetos.
Children who walk through the mud and the rain and the puddles and then rejoice in bringing all that outside in.
Children who draw with markers and crayons and make crafts involving paper and glue and glitter and fairy dust.
Children who build forts in the creek and crawdad ponds in the field and have cornered the market on turtle hotels.
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