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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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