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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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