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#@@@**†»~, * Dream Palace * ,~»†**@@@#
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##@@**†»~, Not Actually A Palace. A Cottage In The ,~»†**@@##
##@@**†»~, 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 ,~»†**@@##
#@*††»~,,, 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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