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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 ,,,,,«^§§@
@#§§$^\«~, The  Luscious Caves  Below  Ground. They ,~«\^$§§#@
#@#§$^\«~, Mean No  Harm  But It Is Not In Our Best ,~«\^$§#@#
#§$$\~,,,, Interest To Do So.  There  Is  Important ,,,,~\$$§#
##$^««~,,, Work That  Needs To Be Done, And It Cant ,,,~««^$##
§§§$\~,,,, Be  Done By Animals. (Father Says This.) ,,,,~\$§§§
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@##§$^\«~, Every  Morning  Our  Father  Clears  The ,~«\^$§##@
#@#§$^\«~, Ferns And  Uproots  The Bushes  Only For ,~«\^$§#@#
#@#§$^\«~, Them  To Grow  Back  Each  Night.  Their ,~«\^$§#@#
#@#§$^\«~, Leaves Are Teal, White And Yellow,  Some ,~«\^$§#@#
#@#§$^\«~, Even The Color Of Wine. They Have  Lilac ,~«\^$§#@#
@§$\«~~,,, Flowers And  In The Morning They Are Wet ,,,~~«\$§@
#@#§$^\«~,                With Dew.                 ,~«\^$§#@#
#@#§$^\«~,                                          ,~«\^$§#@#
@##§$^\«~, Father  Is Away  During  The  Day  Doing ,~«\^$§##@
###§$^\«~, Important Things Elsewhere. He  Is Weary ,~«\^$§###
§$$$\\~,,, 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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