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#§$:«..... not actually a palace. a cottage in the .....«:$§#
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###§$^:«.. mysterious iron and stone artifacts, ..«:^$§###
#@#§$^:«.. birdland-ish eternal spring (late ..«:^$§#@#
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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. ......«^^§
#$:....... it doesn't rise unless i've had my .......:$#
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§§§§$^:«.. in this cottage there's a lot of radio ..«:^$§§§§
###§$^:«.. equipment, sound stuff, synths, tape ..«:^$§###
#@#§$^:«.. players. pen and paper, books, cameras, ..«:^$§#@#
§$$:««.... mirrors, prisms, and various things to ....««:$$§
§§$:...... do art with. the fridge is filled with ......:$§§
#@#§$^:«.. differet foods, all of them intriguing, ..«:^$§#@#
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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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