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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    .#.##.#.#.
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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 .#.##.#.#.
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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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