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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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