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,-«*%$#@@@             $ dream palace $             @@@#$%*«-,
,-«*%$$$#@             - ----- ------ -             @#$$$%*«-,
,-«*%$#@##             $ ..... ...... $             ##@#$%*«-,
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,-«*%$#@##             , ..... ...... ,             ##@#$%*«-,
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,-«*%$#@## 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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