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.#.#.#.#.# WOODS (TEMPERATE CLIMATE, RAINS EVERY #..#.#.#.#
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.#.#.#.#.# SUN IS ABOUT TO RISE. ITS A LONG DAY, #..#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.# BEFORE IT FADES TO NIGHT AGAIN, AND #.##.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.# THEN IT STAYS SO UNTIL I FALL ASLEEP. #..#.#.#.#
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.#.#.#.#.# AND TELL TALES OF THE OLD WORLD. I #.##.#.#.#
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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 #..#.#.#.#
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