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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.) §§§@*~.,,,
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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. ##@§@*^~.,
,,,,,,.^*§ §*^.,,,,,,
,,,,,,~~*§ 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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