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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 ,-«\\†@##@
###@\«,,,,               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.          ,-«\†@#@##
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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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