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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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