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@#§§%\«:,, Woods (Temperate Climate, Rains Every ,,:«\%§§#@
#§§%\«:,,, Other Day, Springs And Streams And ,,,:«\%§§#
@#§§%\«:,, Mysterious Iron And Stone Artifacts, ,,:«\%§§#@
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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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#@#§§%\«:, 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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#@#§§%\«:, 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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