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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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##§&;«.,,, 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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##§&;«.,,, 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 ,,.«;&§###
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###§&;«.,, 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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###§&;«.,, 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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