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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 ,-~†%§####
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####§%†~-, 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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