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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. ,,,,--:†%@
#@%†:--,,, ,,,--:†%@#
##@%†:--,, 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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