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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.                 †;«^......
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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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