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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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.^«†%£@¶@@ 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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....««†£@¶ 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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