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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 ,,,,,:††£#
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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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