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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, ,,,,,,,,,,
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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 ,,,,,,,--†
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§%†--,,,,, It Doesn'T Rise Unless I'Ve Had My ,,,,,--†%§
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#§§%†--,,, 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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#§§%†--,,, 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 ,,,,,,,--†
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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. ,,,,,,,,--
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