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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. #§*%†~,...
..,~†%*§#@ @#§*%†~,..
.,~†%*§#@# 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. §*%†~,....
.....,~†%* *%†~,.....
......,~†% 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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