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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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