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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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