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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. ,:~;§£¤@##
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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 ,,:~;§£¤@#
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