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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. ,,-:†§§@##
##@§§†:-,, ,,-:†§§@##
###@§†:-,, 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. ,,-:†§§@@#
#@§†:,,,,, ,,,,,:†§@#
§§††--,,,, 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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