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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.) .#.#.#.#..
#..#.##.#. .#.#.#.#.#
#.##..#.#. 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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