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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,   ,,#,#,#,#,
#,##,#,##,    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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