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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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