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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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