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#@@§£*«~,, sun is about to rise. its a long day, ,,~«*£§@@#
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@§£*«~,,,, then it stays so until i fall asleep. ,,,,~«*£§@
§£*«~,,,,, it doesn't rise unless i've had my ,,,,,~«*£§
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§£*«~,,,,, equipment, sound stuff, synths, tape ,,,,,~«*£§
@§£*«~,,,, players. pen and paper, books, cameras, ,,,,~«*£§@
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#@@§£*«~,, do art with. the fridge is filled with ,,~«*£§@@#
##@@§£*«~, differet foods, all of them intriguing, ,~«*£§@@##
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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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@§£*«~,,,, 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 ,,,,~«*£§@
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§£*«~,,,,, at night, i have demi-lucid dreams ,,,,,~«*£§
£*«~,,,,,, where the spirits of the forest around ,,,,,,~«*£
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«~,,,,,,,, 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. ,,,,~«*£§@
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