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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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