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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 ¨:«*%@&###
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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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####&@%*«¨ 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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