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¨¨--†$$§## woods (temperate climate, rains every ##§$$†--¨¨
¨--†$$§### other day, springs and streams and ###§$$†--¨
¨¨--†$$§## mysterious iron and stone artifacts, ##§$$†--¨¨
¨--†$$§### birdland-ish eternal spring (late ###§$$†--¨
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¨--†$$§### dark, and the stars are out, but the ###§$$†--¨
¨¨--†$$§## sun is about to rise. its a long day, ##§$$†--¨¨
¨--†$$§### before it fades to night again, and ###§$$†--¨
¨¨--†$$§## then it stays so until i fall asleep. ##§$$†--¨¨
¨--†$$§### it doesn't rise unless i've had my ###§$$†--¨
¨¨--†$$§## dreams. ##§$$†--¨¨
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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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