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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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