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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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