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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, ,,,,,,,#,#
##,,,,#,,, before it fades to night again, and #,,,,,,,,#
,##,,,,#,, then it stays so until i fall asleep. ##,,,,,,,#
,###,,,,#, it doesn't rise unless i've had my ,##,,,,,,,
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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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,,,,###,,# "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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,,,#,,#,,, it's not endless but connected to a ,#,,,,###,
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