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###,,#,,,, not actually a palace. a cottage in the #,,,,,,###
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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, ,,##,,,,,,
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,,####,,## then it stays so until i fall asleep. ,,##,,####
,,,##,,,,, it doesn't rise unless i've had my ,,,,,,,##,
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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, ,#########
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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 ####,,####
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,,####,,,, 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 ###,,#####
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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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