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,,,,,-~\&# & Dream Palace & #&\~-,,,,,
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,-~\%&#@## Not Actually A Palace. A Cottage In The ##@#&%\~-,
,-~\%%%#@# Woods (Temperate Climate, Rains Every #@#%%%\~-,
,-~\%&#@## Other Day, Springs And Streams And ##@#&%\~-,
,,,,-~%#@@ Mysterious Iron And Stone Artifacts, @@#%~-,,,,
,,,,,,,~%# Birdland-Ish Eternal Spring (Late #%~,,,,,,,
,-~\%&#@## Spring)) ##@#&%\~-,
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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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,-~\%&#@## ##@#&%\~-,
,-~\%&#@## In This Cottage There'S A Lot Of Radio ##@#&%\~-,
,,,,-\\%## 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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,-~\%&#@## I Have Friends - There'S A Cat, And A ##@#&%\~-,
,,,,-~%&@# Dog (Who Is Ridicolously Large And #@&%~-,,,,
,-~\%&#@## 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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