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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 ¨¨,«:^&#¶#
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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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