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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 ,,,:«†*§££
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§*†«:,,,,, 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 ,,,,:«†*§£
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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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