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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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