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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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