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,#,##,,,,, not actually a palace. a cottage in the ,,#,##,,,,
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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 ,,,,,#,,,,
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,,###,,#,# 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, ,#,##,,,,,
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,,,,,#,,,, i have friends - there's a cat, and a ,#,,,,,###
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##,,,,,#,, 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 ,##,,,,,##
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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 ,,#,##,,,,
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