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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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