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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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