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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 ,,,,,,,,,,
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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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