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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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