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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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¶@§%^-^,,, 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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§%^-^,,,,, 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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@¶@§%^-^,, 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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