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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. ,,,,,,:~=§
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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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