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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. ¨@¨@@¨¨@¨¨
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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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