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§¤%%--,,,, dark, and the stars are out, but the ,,,,--%%¤§
££§§¤%:-,, sun is about to rise. its a long day, ,,-:%¤§§££
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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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££¤¤::--,, 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 ,,-:%¤§§§§
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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 ,,,,--%¤¤§
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§¤%:-,,,,, accidents where i lose stuff by ,,,,,-:%¤§
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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. ,,-:%¤§£@@
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