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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 ,,~«†§@¤##
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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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