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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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