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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, ,,,,,~^%%&
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#¶&%:~,,,, Dark, And The Stars Are Out, But The ,,,,~:%&¶#
&&&^~~~,,, Sun Is About To Rise. Its A Long Day, ,,,~~~^&&&
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¶¶%^^^:~^, It Doesn'T Rise Unless I'Ve Had My ,^~:^^^%¶¶
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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, ,,,,^~:^%&
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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 ,^~:^%&¶##
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##¶&%^:~^, 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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