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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.) ¨¨^~;†§@¶#
##¶@§†;~^¨                                          ¨^~;†§@¶##
#¶@§†;~^¨¨ 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.               ¨^~;†§@¶##
#¶@§†;~^¨¨                                          ¨¨^~;†§@¶#
##¶@§†;~^¨ 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.           ¨^~;†§@¶##
#¶@§†;~^¨¨                                          ¨¨^~;†§@¶#
##¶@§†;~^¨ 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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