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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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