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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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