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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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