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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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