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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 ,,,,,,:»†*
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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. ,,,,,,:»†*
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