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#.#..#.#.# 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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#.#.##.#.# 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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#.#.##.#.# 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 .#.#.#..#.
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#.#..#.#.# 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    .#.#.#..#.
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#.#..#.#.# 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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