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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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