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&£†*~.,,,, mysterious iron and stone artifacts, ,,,,.~*†£&
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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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&£†*~.,,,, 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, ,.~*†£&¶##
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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 ,,.~*†£&¶#
¶&£†*~.,,, 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 ,,,.~*†£&¶
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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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