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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 §¨¨§¨§§¨§¨
§¨§§¨§¨¨§¨ 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. §¨§§¨¨§¨§¨
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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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§¨¨§¨§¨§§¨ ¨ §¨¨§¨§§¨§¨
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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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