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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 $*:«^.....
......^«:* Out. *:«^......
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....^«:*$@ 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 $*:«^.....
......^«:* Be Done By Animals. (Father Says This.) *:«^......
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....^«:*$@ 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. @$*:«^....
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......^«:* Father Is Away During The Day Doing *:«^......
.....^«:*$ 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. ###@$*:«^.
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...^«:*$@# 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. ###@$*:«^.
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...^«:*$@# 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. $*:«^.....
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...^«:*$@# 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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