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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. #@**^».,,,
,,,,.»^**@ @**^».,,,,
,,,.»^**@# 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. #@#@**^».,
,,.»^**@#@ @#@**^».,,
,,,.»^**@# 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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