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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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