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¨¨¨^-^†%#@ @#%†^-^¨¨¨
¨¨^-^†%#@# #@#%†^-^¨¨
¨^-^†%#@## ##@#%†^-^¨
¨¨^-^†%#@# % dream palace % #@#%†^-^¨¨
¨¨¨^-^†%#@ ^ ----- ------ ^ @#%†^-^¨¨¨
¨¨^-^†%#@# % ..... ...... % #@#%†^-^¨¨
¨^-^†%#@## ^ ..... ...... ^ ##@#%†^-^¨
¨¨^-^†%#@# ^ ..... ...... ^ #@#%†^-^¨¨
¨¨¨^-^†%#@ ^ ..... ...... ^ @#%†^-^¨¨¨
¨¨^-^†%#@# ¨ ..... ...... ¨ #@#%†^-^¨¨
¨^-^†%#@## ##@#%†^-^¨
¨¨^-^†%#@# #@#%†^-^¨¨
¨¨¨^-^†%#@ 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)) #@#%†^-^¨¨
¨^-^†%#@## ##@#%†^-^¨
¨¨^-^†%#@# - #@#%†^-^¨¨
¨¨¨^-^†%#@ @#%†^-^¨¨¨
¨¨^-^†%#@# 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. #@#%†^-^¨¨
¨¨¨^-^†%#@ @#%†^-^¨¨¨
¨¨^-^†%#@# † #@#%†^-^¨¨
¨^-^†%#@## ##@#%†^-^¨
¨¨^-^†%#@# 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. #@#%†^-^¨¨
¨^-^†%#@## ##@#%†^-^¨
¨¨^-^†%#@# # #@#%†^-^¨¨
¨¨¨^-^†%#@ @#%†^-^¨¨¨
¨¨^-^†%#@# 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. #@#%†^-^¨¨
¨^-^†%#@## ##@#%†^-^¨
¨¨^-^†%#@# @ #@#%†^-^¨¨
¨¨¨^-^†%#@ @#%†^-^¨¨¨
¨¨^-^†%#@# 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. @#%†^-^¨¨¨
¨¨^-^†%#@# #@#%†^-^¨¨
¨^-^†%#@## ¨ ##@#%†^-^¨
¨¨^-^†%#@# #@#%†^-^¨¨
¨¨¨^-^†%#@ 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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