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#.#..#.#.#             § DREAM PALACE §             #.#.##..#.
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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,   #.#.##..#.
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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 #.#.##..#.
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#.#..#.#.#   RESET. EVERYTHING ELSE, HOWEVER, IS    #.#.##..#.
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#.#..#.#.#  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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