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@@††††/»-, 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.) ,-»/†&@@@#
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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 ,-»/†@#@##
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