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#@£@=*»~,, woods (temperate climate, rains every ,,~»*=@£@#
##@£@=*»~, other day, springs and streams and ,~»*=@£@##
#@£@=*»~,, mysterious iron and stone artifacts, ,,~»*=@£@#
##@£@=*»~, birdland-ish eternal spring (late ,~»*=@£@##
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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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