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.~«:*£## mysterious iron and stone artifacts, ###&£*:«~.
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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 ###&£*:«~.
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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 ###&£*:«~.
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.~«:*£## 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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