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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 ##&**=«:,,
,,,:«=** 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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