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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. ¨@¨¨@¨@@¨@
¨¨@¨¨@¨@@¨ ¨@¨@@¨¨@¨@
¨@@¨@@¨¨@¨ 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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