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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, ,,,,:\*§¤¶
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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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§*\:,,,,,, 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, ,:\*§¤¶###
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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 ,,:\*§¤¶##
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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 ,,,,,,,,,:
,,,,,,,,,, Accidents Where I Lose Stuff By ,,,,,,,,,,
:,,,,,,,,, Forgetting To Put Them In The Square. ,,,,,,,,,:
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#¶¤§*\:,,, 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. ,,,,:\*§¤¶
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