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,^~;*§¤@## § Dream Palace § ##@¤§*;~^,
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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 ##@¤§*;~^,
,,,~~*§§¤# Spring)) #¤§§*~~,,,
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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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