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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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