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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    ¨¨¨^«/†&##
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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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