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###£@¤*^~: 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 ,:~^**¤@@@
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#££@¤*^~:, in this cottage there's a lot of radio ,:~^*¤@££#
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#££@¤*^~:, 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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#£@*^^^~:, 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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##£@¤*^~:, 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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#@*^~~:::, 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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