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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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