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.#.#.#.#.# WOODS (TEMPERATE CLIMATE, RAINS EVERY #.##.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.# OTHER DAY, SPRINGS AND STREAMS AND #..#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.# MYSTERIOUS IRON AND STONE ARTIFACTS, #.##.#.#.#
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.#.#.#.#.# SUN IS ABOUT TO RISE. ITS A LONG DAY, #.##.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.# BEFORE IT FADES TO NIGHT AGAIN, AND #..#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.# THEN IT STAYS SO UNTIL I FALL ASLEEP. #.##.#.#.#
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.#.#.#.#.# 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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.#.#.#.#.# 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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.#.#.#.#.# METER AREA ON THE FLOOR WHERE I CAN #..#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.# "SAVE" THINGS. WHATEVER I PUT IN HERE #.##.#.#.#
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.#.#.#.#.# 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 #.##.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.# - THINGS ARE DEEP AND DARK - BUT UNLIKE #..#.#.#.#
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