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#,,,#,##,, not actually a palace. a cottage in the ,##,,,,,,,
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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, ,,,,#,,,,,
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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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##,,,,#,,, do art with. the fridge is filled with ,,,###,,#,
###,,,,#,, differet foods, all of them intriguing, #,,#,##,,,
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##,,#,##,, i have friends - there's a cat, and a ,,#,##,,,#
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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 ,,,#,##,,,
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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 ,,#,##,,,,
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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 ##,,,,,,,#
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,#,,,,###, me, they never remember during the day. ,###,,,,,,
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