They do this every night–they all line up on this pile of stumps and stare up at the porch, waiting to be put to bed in their night pen with their dinner. They just stand there and stare…..
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"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
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