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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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