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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. ¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@
@¨@@¨¨@¨@¨ ¨@¨@¨@¨@¨¨
@¨¨@¨@@¨@¨ 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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