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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 ###@&%*-,¨
¨,-*%&@### 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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