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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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