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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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