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¨-~†§£## woods (temperate climate, rains every ###&£§†~-¨
¨-~†§£## other day, springs and streams and ###&£§†~-¨
¨-~†§£## mysterious iron and stone artifacts, ###&£§†~-¨
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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. ###&£§†~-¨
¨-~†§£## it doesn't rise unless i've had my ###&£§†~-¨
¨-~†§£## dreams. ###&£§†~-¨
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¨-~†§£## 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, #&&§§†-¨¨¨
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¨¨¨-~†£££& 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 ###&£§†~-¨
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¨-~†§£## "save" things. whatever i put in here ###&£§†~-¨
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¨-~†§£## forgetting to put them in the square. ###&£§†~-¨
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¨-~†§£## where the spirits of the forest around ###&£§†~-¨
¨-~†§£££## the cottage tries to communicate. here, ##£££§†~-¨
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¨-~†§£## large sprawling city, where my radio ###&£§†~-¨
¨-~†§§££## friends live. we go exploring together ##££§§†~-¨
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¨-~†§£## me, they never remember during the day. ###&£§†~-¨
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