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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, #,,#,,#,##
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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 ##,,,,#,,#
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,,#,,,#,,# 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 ,#,,#,,,,#
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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. ,#,,#,##,,
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