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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,   $%†~,,,,,,
,,,,,,,~†%     birdland-ish eternal spring (late    %†~,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,~†                 spring))                 †~,,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,,~† i wake up every morning  at six am. it's †~,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,~†% dark, and  the stars  are  out, but  the %†~,,,,,,,
,,,,,,~†%$ 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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