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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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