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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. ¶£@†*-,¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,-*†@£ £@†*-,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨,-*†@ 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. @†*-,¨¨¨¨¨
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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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