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,.~**$£¶@# woods (temperate climate, rains every #@¶£$**~.,
,.~**$£¶¶@ other day, springs and streams and @¶¶£$**~.,
,,,,.****£ 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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