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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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&$**:-,,,, Dark, And The Stars Are Out, But The ,,,,-:**$&
###&$*:-^, Sun Is About To Rise. Its A Long Day, ,^-:*$&###
###&$*:-^, Before It Fades To Night Again, And ,^-:*$&###
###&$*:-^, Then It Stays So Until I Fall Asleep. ,^-:*$&###
&$$$:-,,,, It Doesn'T Rise Unless I'Ve Had My ,,,,-:$$$&
&&*:^,,,,, 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, ,,,,,,-**&
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#$*:^,,,,, I Have Friends - There'S A Cat, And A ,,,,,^:*$#
&$$$*:^,,, Dog (Who Is Ridicolously Large And ,,,^:*$$$&
###&$*:-^, Wants To Be The Big Spoon). I Listen To ,^-:*$&###
&$$$$*:-^, The Shortwave Radio, And Transmit A Bit ,^-:*$$$$&
###&$*:-^, Myself, Songs And Poetry, And Found ,^-:*$&###
&****::-^, Sounds From The Forest. The Others Tell ,^-::****&
#&*--^,,,, Of Their Lives, Play The Guitar For Me, ,,,,^--*&#
###&$*:-^, And Tell Tales Of The Old World. I ,^-:*$&###
&&&***:-^, Consider Them Friends As Well. ,^-:***&&&
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####&$*:-, Meter Area On The Floor Where I Can ,-:*$&####
#&$$:---^, "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 ,,,^:*$$##
#&$**:--^, Fall Asleep I'D Always Wake Up Fully ,^--:**$&#
###&$*:-^, Rested In My Bed. Sometimes There'S ,^-:*$&###
###&$*:-^, Accidents Where I Lose Stuff By ,^-:*$&###
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###&$*:-^, At Night, I Have Demi-Lucid Dreams ,^-:*$&###
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###&$*:-^, The Cottage Tries To Communicate. Here, ,^-:*$&###
###&$*:-^, It'S Not Endless But Connected To A ,^-:*$&###
&&&**-^,,, Large Sprawling City, Where My Radio ,,,^-**&&&
#$$:-^,,,, Friends Live. We Go Exploring Together ,,,,^-:$$#
#$:-^^,,,, - Things Are Deep And Dark - But Unlike ,,,,^^-:$#
###&$*:-^, Me, They Never Remember During The Day. ,^-:*$&###
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