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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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