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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 ,,,,,,,,,,
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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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,,,:«*†¤#@ "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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