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¨.~:*¤@@## woods (temperate climate, rains every ##@@¤*:~.¨
¨¨¨¨¨~*@@@ other day, springs and streams and @@@*~¨¨¨¨¨
¨.~:*¤@@@£ mysterious iron and stone artifacts, £@@@¤*:~.¨
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¨.~:*¤@££@ i wake up every morning at six am. it's @££@¤*:~.¨
¨¨¨.~:¤¤¤£ dark, and the stars are out, but the £¤¤¤:~.¨¨¨
¨¨¨~~*¤¤¤@ sun is about to rise. its a long day, @¤¤¤*~~¨¨¨
¨¨¨.~:¤@@£ before it fades to night again, and £@@¤:~.¨¨¨
¨.~:*¤@£@# then it stays so until i fall asleep. #@£@¤*:~.¨
¨.~:*¤@@@@ it doesn't rise unless i've had my @@@@¤*:~.¨
¨¨¨¨~::¤@@ dreams. @@¤::~¨¨¨¨
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¨.~:*¤@£## equipment, sound stuff, synths, tape ##£@¤*:~.¨
¨.~:*¤@£@# players. pen and paper, books, cameras, #@£@¤*:~.¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨~:*@ mirrors, prisms, and various things to @*:~¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨.~:***@££ do art with. the fridge is filled with ££@***:~.¨
¨.~:*¤@£@# differet foods, all of them intriguing, #@£@¤*:~.¨
¨.~:*¤@£@@ slightly weird. @@£@¤*:~.¨
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¨¨¨¨..::¤@ wants to be the big spoon). i listen to @¤::..¨¨¨¨
¨.~:*¤¤¤@£ the shortwave radio, and transmit a bit £@¤¤¤*:~.¨
¨.~:***¤@@ myself, songs and poetry, and found @@¤***:~.¨
¨.~:*¤@£@# sounds from the forest. the others tell #@£@¤*:~.¨
¨¨¨¨¨.~:*@ of their lives, play the guitar for me, @*:~.¨¨¨¨¨
¨.~:*¤@£@# and tell tales of the old world. i #@£@¤*:~.¨
¨¨¨¨¨~*¤@£ consider them friends as well. £@¤*~¨¨¨¨¨
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¨.~:*¤@££@ most importantly, there's a two square @££@¤*:~.¨
¨¨.~~**¤@£ meter area on the floor where i can £@¤**~~.¨¨
¨.~:*@£@## "save" things. whatever i put in here ##@£@*:~.¨
¨¨¨¨.:::*@ will not be affected by the nightly @*:::.¨¨¨¨
¨.~:*¤@£@@ reset. everything else, however, is @@£@¤*:~.¨
¨¨¨.:*¤¤@@ completely reset overnight: synth @@¤¤*:.¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨..:¤¤£ patches removed, food uneaten, wounds £¤¤:..¨¨¨¨
¨.~:*¤@£@# healed, and wherever and whenever i'd #@£@¤*:~.¨
¨.~:*¤@£@# fall asleep i'd always wake up fully #@£@¤*:~.¨
¨.~:*¤@£@@ rested in my bed. sometimes there's @@£@¤*:~.¨
¨.~:*¤@@## accidents where i lose stuff by ##@@¤*:~.¨
¨.~:*¤@£££ forgetting to put them in the square. £££@¤*:~.¨
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¨.~:*¤@£@# at night, i have demi-lucid dreams #@£@¤*:~.¨
¨.~:¤@£@## where the spirits of the forest around ##@£@¤:~.¨
¨¨¨¨.:*¤¤@ the cottage tries to communicate. here, @¤¤*:.¨¨¨¨
¨.~:*¤@£££ it's not endless but connected to a £££@¤*:~.¨
¨.~:*¤@£@# large sprawling city, where my radio #@£@¤*:~.¨
¨¨¨¨¨~~:¤£ friends live. we go exploring together £¤:~~¨¨¨¨¨
¨.~:*¤@£@# - things are deep and dark - but unlike #@£@¤*:~.¨
¨.~:¤@£@## me, they never remember during the day. ##@£@¤:~.¨
¨¨¨¨~***¤£ this is a mystery we often discuss. £¤***~¨¨¨¨
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