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##¶§£^*»,, 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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##¶§£^*»,, equipment, sound stuff, synths, tape ,,»*^£§¶##
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¶££^**,,,, mirrors, prisms, and various things to ,,,,**^££¶
¶¶¶§£^*»,, do art with. the fridge is filled with ,,»*^£§¶¶¶
##¶§£^*»,, differet foods, all of them intriguing, ,,»*^£§¶##
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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 ,,,,,»»^§§
##¶§£^*»,, consider them friends as well. ,,»*^£§¶##
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¶¶£**»,,,, 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 ,,,,,,»^£§
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##¶§£^*»,, 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 ,,,,,»^£¶¶
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##¶§£^*»,, it's not endless but connected to a ,,»*^£§¶##
#¶£££^*»,, large sprawling city, where my radio ,,»*^£££¶#
§§£*»»,,,, friends live. we go exploring together ,,,,»»*£§§
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¶¶¶§£^*»,, me, they never remember during the day. ,,»*^£§¶¶¶
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