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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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