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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. ¨,~\†&@###
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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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