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#††».,,,,, woods (temperate climate, rains every ,,,,,.»††#
££%*».,,,, other day, springs and streams and ,,,,.»*%££
£%††*.,,,, mysterious iron and stone artifacts, ,,,,.*††%£
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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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