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#£@&†*«~,,             & dream palace &             ,,~«*†&@£#
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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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