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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.                 ,,:~/^*§##
###§*^/~:,                                          ,:~/^*§###
##§*^/~:,, 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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