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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.                   ,.«\§§§#@#
##@#§§\«.,                                          ,.«\§§#@##
###§§§\«., 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.) ,,,,,«\§§@
@§§§\«.,,,                                          ,,,.«\§§§@
§§\..,,,,, 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.                 ,.«\§§§#@#
§§§§\.,,,,                                          ,,,,.\§§§§
#§§§\«««., 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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