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.....^»:*@ The River That'S Our River Makes A @*:»^.....
....^»:*@¤ Large Bend Like A Scooping Hand And A ¤@*:»^....
...^»:*@¤¶ Decent Days Travel North From That ¶¤@*:»^...
..^»:*@¤¶# Stands Our House In The Middle Of A #¶¤@*:»^..
.^»:*@¤¶## Forgotten Apple Orchard. Our House Is ##¶¤@*:»^.
..^»:*@¤¶# Built Of Dark Clay And Abandoned By A #¶¤@*:»^..
...^»:*@¤¶ Stranger. The Window Has No Glass But ¶¤@*:»^...
....^»:*@¤ Instead Steel Bars To Keep The Animals ¤@*:»^....
.....^»:*@ Out. @*:»^.....
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.......^»: Around The House Is A Thick, Thick :»^.......
......^»:* Brush Of Ferns And Bushes. There Live *:»^......
.....^»:*@ The Animals That We Fight To Keep Away, @*:»^.....
....^»:*@¤ For They Speak To Us To Join Them In ¤@*:»^....
...^»:*@¤¶ The Luscious Caves Below Ground. They ¶¤@*:»^...
..^»:*@¤¶# Mean No Harm But It Is Not In Our Best #¶¤@*:»^..
.^»:*@¤¶## Interest To Do So. There Is Important ##¶¤@*:»^.
..^»:*@¤¶# Work That Needs To Be Done, And It Cant #¶¤@*:»^..
...^»:*@¤¶ Be Done By Animals. (Father Says This.) ¶¤@*:»^...
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.....^»:*@ Every Morning Our Father Clears The @*:»^.....
......^»:* Ferns And Uproots The Bushes Only For *:»^......
.......^»: Them To Grow Back Each Night. Their :»^.......
......^»:* Leaves Are Teal, White And Yellow, Some *:»^......
.....^»:*@ Even The Color Of Wine. They Have Lilac @*:»^.....
....^»:*@¤ Flowers And In The Morning They Are Wet ¤@*:»^....
...^»:*@¤¶ With Dew. ¶¤@*:»^...
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.^»:*@¤¶## Father Is Away During The Day Doing ##¶¤@*:»^.
..^»:*@¤¶# Important Things Elsewhere. He Is Weary #¶¤@*:»^..
...^»:*@¤¶ When He Returns Home, Each Day More So ¶¤@*:»^...
....^»:*@¤ Than The Next. We Learn To Cook For Him ¤@*:»^....
.....^»:*@ So That He Does Not Have To. We Tend To @*:»^.....
......^»:* His Clothes. *:»^......
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......^»:* Suddenly The Dense Bushwork Is Mirrored *:»^......
.....^»:*@ Inside. Stems And Leaves Appear Close @*:»^.....
....^»:*@¤ To The Walls And Far From The Light. We ¤@*:»^....
...^»:*@¤¶ Are Glad, For The Flowers Are Beautiful ¶¤@*:»^...
..^»:*@¤¶# And Smell Good, And There Is Little #¶¤@*:»^..
.^»:*@¤¶## Decoration In Our House. But When ##¶¤@*:»^.
..^»:*@¤¶# Father Comes Home He Is Angry And Cuts #¶¤@*:»^..
...^»:*@¤¶ Them All Down In A Frenzy. We Are ¶¤@*:»^...
....^»:*@¤ Scared Of Him Then. ¤@*:»^....
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......^»:* We Are Then Tasked With Removing Any *:»^......
.......^»: Indoor Plant We See. But They Are So :»^.......
......^»:* Beautiful! We Wait Just Until Father *:»^......
.....^»:*@ Comes Home And Until Then We Enjoy @*:»^.....
....^»:*@¤ Them. Sometimes An Animal Will Sneak In ¤@*:»^....
...^»:*@¤¶ But We Always Shoo Them Out. With Fresh ¶¤@*:»^...
..^»:*@¤¶# Cut Flowers Thrown Right Outside The #¶¤@*:»^..
.^»:*@¤¶## House He Suspects And Resents Our ##¶¤@*:»^.
..^»:*@¤¶# Inaction. But He Doesn'T Have The #¶¤@*:»^..
...^»:*@¤¶ Energy To Scold Us. He Weakens Quickly. ¶¤@*:»^...
....^»:*@¤ It Is Not Long Before He Is Still Tired ¤@*:»^....
.....^»:*@ Even In The Morning And Must @*:»^.....
......^»:* Reluctantly Leave The Outdoor Weed *:»^......
.......^»: Cutting To Us As Well, Untrusting That :»^.......
......^»:* We Will Carry It Out. *:»^......
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....^»:*@¤ Now He Leaves As Soon As He'S Awake And ¤@*:»^....
...^»:*@¤¶ Falls Asleep As Soon As He Returns. We ¶¤@*:»^...
..^»:*@¤¶# Are Left To Care For Us And The House #¶¤@*:»^..
.^»:*@¤¶## And The Orchard. But It Is Hard And We ##¶¤@*:»^.
..^»:*@¤¶# Are Distracted. We Are Not As #¶¤@*:»^..
...^»:*@¤¶ Persistent As Father And Quickly Fall ¶¤@*:»^...
....^»:*@¤ Behind In Our Duties. ¤@*:»^....
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