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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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