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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.                   ¶#*%†~^,,,
,,,,^~†%*#                                          #*%†~^,,,,
,,,,,^~†%* 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.) *%†~^,,,,,
,,,,^~†%*#                                          #*%†~^,,,,
,,,^~†%*#¶ 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.          #*%†~^,,,,
,,,^~†%*#¶                                          ¶#*%†~^,,,
,,^~†%*#¶@ 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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,,,^~†%*#¶                                          ¶#*%†~^,,,