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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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