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@#$\~-,,,, Woods (Temperate Climate, Rains Every ,,,,-~\$#@
###&$†\~-, Other Day, Springs And Streams And ,-~\†$##
&$$\-----, Mysterious Iron And Stone Artifacts, ,-----\$$&
#$†\~~-,,, Birdland-Ish Eternal Spring (Late ,,,-~~\†$#
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@#&†~--,,, Dark, And The Stars Are Out, But The ,,,--~†@
##@#&$\~-, Sun Is About To Rise. Its A Long Day, ,-~\$@##
&†\--,,,,, Before It Fades To Night Again, And ,,,,,--\†&
&†\-,,,,,, Then It Stays So Until I Fall Asleep. ,,,,,,-\†&
#@#&$†\~-, It Doesn'T Rise Unless I'Ve Had My ,-~\†$@#
@&††\-,,,, Dreams. ,,,,-\††&@
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&$$$†\\~-, In This Cottage There'S A Lot Of Radio ,-~\\†$$$&
#&&†\-,,,, Equipment, Sound Stuff, Synths, Tape ,,,,-\†&
##@#&†\~-, Players. Pen And Paper, Books, Cameras, ,-~\†@##
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#@#&$†\~-, Do Art With. The Fridge Is Filled With ,-~\†$@#
&$$\-,,,,, Differet Foods, All Of Them Intriguing, ,,,,,-\$$&
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#@#&$†\~-, Dog (Who Is Ridicolously Large And ,-~\†$@#
&†\~~~~~-, Wants To Be The Big Spoon). I Listen To ,-~~~~~\†&
#@#&$†\~-, The Shortwave Radio, And Transmit A Bit ,-~\†$@#
&†\-,,,,,, Myself, Songs And Poetry, And Found ,,,,,,-\†&
#@#&$†\~-, Sounds From The Forest. The Others Tell ,-~\†$@#
#@#&$†\~-, Of Their Lives, Play The Guitar For Me, ,-~\†$@#
###&$†\~-, And Tell Tales Of The Old World. I ,-~\†$##
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&†\\~~-,,, 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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##$\\\\~-, The Cottage Tries To Communicate. Here, ,-~\\\\$##
#@#&$†\~-, It'S Not Endless But Connected To A ,-~\†$@#
#$$$\~~~-, Large Sprawling City, Where My Radio ,-~~~\$$$#
###&$†\~-, Friends Live. We Go Exploring Together ,-~\†$##
#@#&$†\~-, - Things Are Deep And Dark - But Unlike ,-~\†$@#
#@#&$†\~-, Me, They Never Remember During The Day. ,-~\†$@#
##@#$†\~-, This Is A Mystery We Often Discuss. ,-~\†$#@##
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