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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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