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.....^»%&¶ woods (temperate climate, rains every ¶&%»^.....
.^»*%$&¶## other day, springs and streams and ##¶&$%*»^.
.^^^»%%$$& mysterious iron and stone artifacts, &$$%%»^^^.
.^»*%$&¶## birdland-ish eternal spring (late ##¶&$%*»^.
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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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