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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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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨^« 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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