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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 ¶@@†;»-,,,
,,,,-»;†@@ Spring)) @@†;»-,,,,
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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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