,:=;^$&&£# #£&&$^;=:,
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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 #&^;::,,,,
,:=^$&£### sounds from the forest. the others tell ###£&$^=:,
,:=;^$&£## of their lives, play the guitar for me, ##£&$^;=:,
,,,,,:;$$& and tell tales of the old world. i &$$;:,,,,,
,:=;^$£### consider them friends as well. ###£$^;=:,
,:=;^$&£## ##£&$^;=:,
,,,,,=^^&£ £ £&^^=,,,,,
,:=;^$&£## ##£&$^;=:,
,,,,,=;$$£ most importantly, there's a two square £$$;=,,,,,
,:=;^$&££# meter area on the floor where i can #££&$^;=:,
,,,,,::=^& "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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