I live with my mum. She owns a farm. It grows many fruits and vegetables and we occasionally raise and kill animals every now and then. We are all organic. We are very poor as not
many people are willing to spend extra money on organic produce. All my mum had were herself, me, and plants. We couldn't afford anything but rags and we slept in the woods. That left us at where we are now.
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