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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. ¨.-:^@#@##
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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. ¨.-:^@@#
#&@^^-¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨-^^@
&&^^--¨¨¨¨ 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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