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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, ,,----%&&#
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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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