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.##.#.#.#. 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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.##.#.#.#. Falls Asleep As Soon As He Returns. We ##.#.#.#.#
..#.#.#.#. Are Left To Care For Us And The House .#.#.#.#.#
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..#.#.#.#. Are Distracted. We Are Not As .#.#.#.#.#
.##.#.#.#. Persistent As Father And Quickly Fall ##.#.#.#.#
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