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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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#,#,#,#,#, 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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