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,,,,,:«*%$             $ dream palace $             $%*«:,,,,,
,,,,:«*%$§             : ----- ------ :             §$%*«:,,,,
,,,:«*%$§@             $ ..... ...... $             @§$%*«:,,,
,,:«*%$§@#             * ..... ...... *             #@§$%*«:,,
,:«*%$§@##             : ..... ...... :             ##@§$%*«:,
,,:«*%$§@#             : ..... ...... :             #@§$%*«:,,
,,,:«*%$§@             , ..... ...... ,             @§$%*«:,,,
,,,,:«*%$§                                          §$%*«:,,,,
,,,,,:«*%$                                          $%*«:,,,,,
,,,,,,:«*% not actually a palace. a cottage in  the %*«:,,,,,,
,,,,,,,:«*  woods (temperate climate, rains every   *«:,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,:« other  day,  springs  and   streams  and «:,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,:   mysterious iron and stone artifacts,   :,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,,     birdland-ish eternal spring (late    ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,,                 spring))                 ,,,,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,:«* i wake up  every morning at six am. it's *«:,,,,,,,
,,,,,,:«*% dark,  and  the stars  are out,  but the %*«:,,,,,,
,,,,,:«*%$ 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.                 ##@§$%*«:,
,,:«*%$§@#                                          #@§$%*«:,,
,,,:«*%$§@                     %                    @§$%*«:,,,
,,,,:«*%$§                                          §$%*«:,,,,
,,,,,:«*%$ 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. §$%*«:,,,,
,,,:«*%$§@                                          @§$%*«:,,,
,,:«*%$§@#                    ,                     #@§$%*«:,,
,:«*%$§@##                                          ##@§$%*«:,
,,:«*%$§@# 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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