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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. @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@, @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@, 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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