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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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