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,,~=†*£&@# £ dream palace £ #@&£*†=~,,
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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)) #@&£*†=~,,
,~=†*£&@## ##@&£*†=~,
,,~=†*£&@# = #@&£*†=~,,
,~=†*£&@## ##@&£*†=~,
,,~=†*£&@# 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. #@&£*†=~,,
,~=†*£&@## ##@&£*†=~,
,,~=†*£&@# * #@&£*†=~,,
,~=†*£&@## ##@&£*†=~,
,,~=†*£&@# 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. #@&£*†=~,,
,~=†*£&@## ##@&£*†=~,
,,~=†*£&@# & #@&£*†=~,,
,~=†*£&@## ##@&£*†=~,
,,~=†*£&@# 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. #@&£*†=~,,
,~=†*£&@## ##@&£*†=~,
,,~=†*£&@# ¶ #@&£*†=~,,
,~=†*£&@## ##@&£*†=~,
,,~=†*£&@# 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. ##@&£*†=~,
,,~=†*£&@# #@&£*†=~,,
,~=†*£&@## , ##@&£*†=~,
,,~=†*£&@# #@&£*†=~,,
,~=†*£&@## 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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