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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. ,,,,,.~†*§
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