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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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