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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.                ,,,~%§£#@#
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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.            ,,~%§£#@##
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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.           ,,~%§£#@##
#@#£§%~,,,                                          ,,,~%§£#@#
##@#£§%~,, 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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