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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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