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#.##.#.#.#  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 .#.#.#.#.#
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#..#.#.#.#   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 .#.#.#.#..
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#.##.#.#.#   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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