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,,»/$$@# Woods (Temperate Climate, Rains Every #@#&$$/»,,
,,»/$$@# Other Day, Springs And Streams And #@#&$$/»,,
,,»/$$@@ Mysterious Iron And Stone Artifacts, @@#&$$/»,,
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,,»/$$@# I Wake Up Every Morning At Six Am. It'S #@#&$$/»,,
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,,»/$$#@ Sun Is About To Rise. Its A Long Day, @##&$$/»,,
,,»/$$$&&& Before It Fades To Night Again, And &&&$$$/»,,
,,»/$$@# Then It Stays So Until I Fall Asleep. #@#&$$/»,,
,,»/$$@# It Doesn'T Rise Unless I'Ve Had My #@#&$$/»,,
,,,,,,,/$# Dreams. #$/,,,,,,,
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,,»/$$@@ Equipment, Sound Stuff, Synths, Tape @@#&$$/»,,
,,»/$$@# Players. Pen And Paper, Books, Cameras, #@#&$$/»,,
,,,,,»/$$& Mirrors, Prisms, And Various Things To &$$/»,,,,,
,»/$$@## Do Art With. The Fridge Is Filled With ##@#&$$/»,
,,»/$$@# Differet Foods, All Of Them Intriguing, #@#&$$/»,,
,,,,,,/$$& Slightly Weird. &$$/,,,,,,
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,,,,,»//$& Wants To Be The Big Spoon). I Listen To &$//»,,,,,
,,»/$$@# The Shortwave Radio, And Transmit A Bit #@#&$$/»,,
,,»$$@## Myself, Songs And Poetry, And Found ##@#&$$»,,
,,,,»»//$# Sounds From The Forest. The Others Tell #$//»»,,,,
,,»/$$@# Of Their Lives, Play The Guitar For Me, #@#&$$/»,,
,,»/$$#@ And Tell Tales Of The Old World. I @##&$$/»,,
,,»/$$&@## Consider Them Friends As Well. ##@&$$/»,,
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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 ##@&$$/»,,
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,»/$$@## The Cottage Tries To Communicate. Here, ##@#&$$/»,
,,»/$$#@ It'S Not Endless But Connected To A @##&$$/»,,
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,,,,,,/$ Friends Live. We Go Exploring Together #&$/,,,,,,
,,,,,»$$$# - 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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