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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨, ,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,-; & dream palace & ;-,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨,-;% , ----- ------ , %;-,¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨,-;%& & ..... ...... & &%;-,¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,-;%&# ; ..... ...... ; #&%;-,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨,-;%&#@ , ..... ...... , @#&%;-,¨¨¨
¨¨,-;%&#@# , ..... ...... , #@#&%;-,¨¨
¨,-;%&#@## ¨ ..... ...... ¨ ##@#&%;-,¨
¨¨,-;%&#@# #@#&%;-,¨¨
¨¨¨,-;%&#@ @#&%;-,¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,-;%&# 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)) ,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ - ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨, 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. @#&%;-,¨¨¨
¨¨,-;%&#@# #@#&%;-,¨¨
¨,-;%&#@## % ##@#&%;-,¨
¨¨,-;%&#@# #@#&%;-,¨¨
¨¨¨,-;%&#@ 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. ,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ # ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨, 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. ##@#&%;-,¨
¨¨,-;%&#@# #@#&%;-,¨¨
¨¨¨,-;%&#@ @ @#&%;-,¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,-;%&# #&%;-,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨,-;%& 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. %;-,¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨,-;%& &%;-,¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,-;%&# ¨ #&%;-,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨,-;%&#@ @#&%;-,¨¨¨
¨¨,-;%&#@# 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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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨, ,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,- -,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨