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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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