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##££@*/~,, woods (temperate climate, rains every ,,~/*@££##
###££@*/~, other day, springs and streams and ,~/*@££###
##££@*/~,, mysterious iron and stone artifacts, ,,~/*@££##
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###££@*/~, 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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