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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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