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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 ¨###¨##¨¨#
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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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