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@,@@,@,@,@             $ dream palace $             @,@,@,@,@,
@,,@,@,@,,             . ----- ------ .             @,@,@,@,@,
@,@@,@,@,@             $ ..... ...... $             @,@,@,@,@,
@,,@,@,@,,             * ..... ...... *             @,@,@,@,@,
@,@@,@,@,@             . ..... ...... .             @,@,@,@,@,
@,,@,@,@,,             . ..... ...... .             @,@,@,@,@,
@,@@,@,@,@             , ..... ...... ,             @,@,@,@,@,
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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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@,@@,@,@,@                    »                     @,@,@,@,@,
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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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@,@@,@,@,@                     =                    @,@,@,@,@,
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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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@,,@,@,@,,                     ,                    @,@,@,@,@,
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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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