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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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