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.#.#.#.#.# ¤ DREAM PALACE ¤ #.#..#.#.#
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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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.#.#.#.#.# 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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.#.#.#.#.# 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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.#.#.#.#.# METER AREA ON THE FLOOR WHERE I CAN #.#.##.#.#
.#.#.#.#.# "SAVE" THINGS. WHATEVER I PUT IN HERE #.#..#.#.#
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.#.#.#.#.# 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 #.#.##.#.#
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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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