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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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