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##%*-¨¨¨¨¨ 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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