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-,,,,,,,,, woods (temperate climate, rains every ,,,,,,,,,-
,,,,,,,,,, other day, springs and streams and ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, mysterious iron and stone artifacts, ,,,,,,,,,,
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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, ,,,,,,,-==
$==-,,,,,, before it fades to night again, and ,,,,,,-==$
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#%$==-,,,, it doesn't rise unless i've had my ,,,,-==$%#
£#%$==-,,, dreams. ,,,-==$%#£
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$==-,,,,,, mirrors, prisms, and various things to ,,,,,,-==$
==-,,,,,,, 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, ,,,,,,,-==
$==-,,,,,, and tell tales of the old world. i ,,,,,,-==$
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£#%$==-,,, "save" things. whatever i put in here ,,,-==$%#£
#%$==-,,,, will not be affected by the nightly ,,,,-==$%#
%$==-,,,,, reset. everything else, however, is ,,,,,-==$%
$==-,,,,,, completely reset overnight: synth ,,,,,,-==$
==-,,,,,,, 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 ,,,,,,,-==
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£#%$==-,,, me, they never remember during the day. ,,,-==$%#£
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