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#@§**=-~,, ---- ,,~-=**§@#
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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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#@§**=-~,, ,,~-=**§@#
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