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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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