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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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,,,,,,«;*% # %*;«,,,,,,
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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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