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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. &¤*†~^....
...^~†*¤&@ @&¤*†~^...
..^~†*¤&@# 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. &¤*†~^....
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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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