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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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