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##@§£%*~,, woods (temperate climate, rains every ,,~*%£§@##
@@§§£%*~,, other day, springs and streams and ,,~*%£§§@@
##@§£%*~,, mysterious iron and stone artifacts, ,,~*%£§@##
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##@§£%*~,, 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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