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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 ,,.~^§*#¶#
##¶#*§^~., 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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