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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 ##£@$%\-^,
,,,,-%$$£# spring)) #£$$%-,,,,
,^-\%$@£## ##£@$%\-^,
,^-\%$@££# - #££@$%\-^,
,^-\%$@£## ##£@$%\-^,
,^-\%$@£## i wake up every morning at six am. it's ##£@$%\-^,
,^-\%$@£## dark, and the stars are out, but the ##£@$%\-^,
,,,,,,^-%@ sun is about to rise. its a long day, @%-^,,,,,,
,^-\%$@@£# before it fades to night again, and #£@@$%\-^,
,^-\%$@£## then it stays so until i fall asleep. ##£@$%\-^,
,^-\%$@£## it doesn't rise unless i've had my ##£@$%\-^,
,^-\%$@£## dreams. ##£@$%\-^,
,,,^^\%@@@ @@@%\^^,,,
,^-\%$@£## % ##£@$%\-^,
,^-\%$@£## ##£@$%\-^,
,^-\%@£### 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 @%%\\-^,,,
,^-\%$@£## differet foods, all of them intriguing, ##£@$%\-^,
,^-\%$@### slightly weird. ###@$%\-^,
,^-\%$@£## ##£@$%\-^,
,^-\%$@£## @ ##£@$%\-^,
,^-\%$@£## ##£@$%\-^,
,^-\%$@£## i have friends - there's a cat, and a ##£@$%\-^,
,^-\%$@£## dog (who is ridicolously large and ##£@$%\-^,
,,,,,,^\$@ 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 ###£@%\-^,
,,,,,-%$@£ patches removed, food uneaten, wounds £@$%-,,,,,
,^-\%$@@££ healed, and wherever and whenever i'd ££@@$%\-^,
,^-\%$@£## fall asleep i'd always wake up fully ##£@$%\-^,
,^-\%$@£## rested in my bed. sometimes there's ##£@$%\-^,
,,,--%%$$£ accidents where i lose stuff by £$$%%--,,,
,^-\%$@£## forgetting to put them in the square. ##£@$%\-^,
,^-\%$@£## ##£@$%\-^,
,,,,^-%%@# , #@%%-^,,,,
,,^^---%%@ @%%---^^,,
,,,--%%$@# at night, i have demi-lucid dreams #@$%%--,,,
,^-\%$@£## where the spirits of the forest around ##£@$%\-^,
,,,,,-%$@@ the cottage tries to communicate. here, @@$%-,,,,,
,,,^-\\$$£ 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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