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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 ,,^-**@£##
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-^,,,,,,,, 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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