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#@##£%^=,, 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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