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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. *%:~,.....
......,~:% %:~,......
.......,~: 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. *%:~,.....
....,~:%*# #*%:~,....
...,~:%*## 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. @##*%:~,..
...,~:%*## ##*%:~,...
....,~:%*# 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. @##*%:~,..
.,~:%*##@# #@##*%:~,.
,~:%*##@## 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. ##@##*%:~,
.,~:%*##@# #@##*%:~,.
..,~:%*##@ 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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..,~:%*##@ @##*%:~,..
.,~:%*##@# #@##*%:~,.