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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. @¤§*/~,...
..,~/*§¤@# #@¤§*/~,..
.,~/*§¤@## 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.) ##@¤§*/~,.
..,~/*§¤@# #@¤§*/~,..
...,~/*§¤@ 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. #@¤§*/~,..
.,~/*§¤@## ##@¤§*/~,.
..,~/*§¤@# 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. #@¤§*/~,..
...,~/*§¤@ @¤§*/~,...
..,~/*§¤@# 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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