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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 ,,,«::@#
##@#&$:«., Stands Our House In The Middle Of A ,.«:$@##
##@#&$:«., Forgotten Apple Orchard. Our House Is ,.«:$@##
##@#&$:«., Built Of Dark Clay And Abandoned By A ,.«:$@##
@###&$:«., Stranger. The Window Has No Glass But ,.«:$##@
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###$:.,,,, Out. ,,,,.:$###
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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. ,,,,,,.:
##$:.,,,,, It Is Not Long Before He Is Still Tired ,,,,,.:$##
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##@#&$:«., Reluctantly Leave The Outdoor Weed ,.«:$@##
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##@#&$:«., We Will Carry It Out. ,.«:$@##
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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 ,,,,,,.:&@
##@#&$:«., And The Orchard. But It Is Hard And We ,.«:$@##
#&&&$$:«., Are Distracted. We Are Not As ,.«:$$&&
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