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,,,,,,,,,, woods (temperate climate, rains every ,,,,,,,,,,
^,,,,,,,,, other day, springs and streams and ,,,,,,,,,^
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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 ,,,,,^«;%£
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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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¶#£%;«^,,, 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. ,,^«;%£#¶@
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