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.##.##.#.# 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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