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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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